CONTAINMENT BY DREAMS

sphere to egg to whatever you imagine

as a child, i dreamed of the universe as a sphere.....an antiquated concept,
then it became something like a cracked egg.......leda's cracked egg, from
which the universe erupted.......now the universe is incomprehensible and thus
the ideal subject matter for art........perhaps it is the imaginings of all things that makes what is....

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Munchausen syndrome

the words that tip into tomorrow,
with their past in tow,
to answer questions, now forgotten
to all but vague remembrance
for predilections of vague uncertainty,
lie on beds of mortal dying,
scarred by thoughts, unknown.
yet clear-eyed with perfect skin...
still floundering for death,
in hopes for life that worsen with the cure,
till untimely, falls the hopes
that what there IS is not delusion....
and that dreams of this are not illusion.



Versions by Version

BODY PAINTING

tomorrow's today

 

THE EVERCHANGING PATH

 

from water to light

 

EVERY THOUGHT IS A CORNER

some thinking draws along a bed of thought
with high posters and canopy for intuitions;
the nightly dreamworld in a box,
the drifting clouds that rise and move
then vanish in the skies of dreaming.

and other thinking solves our problems,
stacks and organizes precious bits and dots
and files itself away in numbered pages,
for quick recall to tasks at hand
and ways to make today tomorrow.

but there are thoughts that come
from wells so deep within the heart,
that land in corners of imagining,
and fall to rest before the paths beyond,
so never seen by morning's light.

but every thought and dream and will
is subject to the ebb and flow of time,
that takes these bits and dots away,
to leave what was tomorrow,
beached with thoughts from yesterday.

amphiboly

i am the one you wanted to want you want me...
you are the one you wanted me to want you want me.
and now that we want the same thing, what are we to do,
still, not wanting to want at all, but wanting.......

NATURE FORMATTED FOR INTERNALIZATION

all photos copyrighted . reed savage





Pictures of Silence by Tilopa