I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Daypack cinched tight, boots firm on my feet.
Sun slipping through the trees, sweat running down my bearded face.
I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Feet falling, one in front of the other, the breeze bending the trees.
The trail undulating, leaving its mark as I breathe in the warm air.
I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Snow and sleet falling, I knew it was too soon.
I dreamed that I was on the trail.
I have asked myself the question, “Where do we go when we sleep?” many times over the course of my life. Whether it’s a nap, an hour or two, or a full blown night of sleep, anyone can ride that cosmic bus to wherever they want a long as they are in the required state of REM. I know in my case, over the last 52 years, I have been to magnificent places. Places that have scared me, made me laugh and made me cry. Places that, yes, you can only dream about.
Chasing a dream,
Her hands on the reins,
Melting pink melancholy the backdrop to hope,
Liquid yellow and orange sunshine warm the heart,
Seeking the truth, the answer, to love, lost and imagined
The dream, and love, both out of reach as fog clouds each
Piece of the past, the puzzle incomplete, broken,
Wishing it was easy, forever lending herself to time.
Imagine a day
Where love passes as truth and
Serenity falls
From the sky like the golden
Rays of the sun-We can dream…
The inspiration for this tanka came from a painting done by a friend at work. It hangs on her office wall and when I saw it today I knew that I had to write something! I love the painting! It tells so many stories.
Wandering through the night sky
Lost in thought, hoping for clarity
Answers found in a cerebral swirl
Floating in time, endless
The misty haze of reality kept at bay
Content in the place that allows for hope
Safe, warm and secure, don’t let go
Jase sleeps beside me
Quiet breaths tell the story
Of a peaceful soul
Dreaming, man’s best friend
Chases friendly visions of
Nocturnal delight
Subconscious delight
Dreams await sleeps fine rhythm
Seeking to act, sooth
Breaking through the murk and mist
Of mindful diligence and unconditional cerebral salvation
The Zen Hiker 