This is articulating what is going on right now. This year, I began recording symbols and events when I am not conscious.
Something taps on a thread.
I feel the vibration.
I wake from slumber and weave that vibration into everyday,
As my fingers bounce on the keyboard of my laptop.
A white tiger spun me around in one,
A snake coiled underneath my crown and a jaguar jumped on and off a wooden fence,
Motioning me to follow it in another.
This is how you crawled into my awareness,
If there was one in any of my other dreams,
It was in the dream where I was in a darkened house when I was younger.
This time,
There was a sensation like something crawling on the area at the top of my crown.
What was all the coasting that was going on?
Was that you spinning and weaving?
It also felt like something was closing in or tightening up on the area at the top of my crown when a black form was swooping down.
Like the snap of a finger,
The feeling of something closing in or tightening up on the area at the top of my crown wasn't there anymore.
I am not afraid to touch a spider.
My finger was placed on the abdomen of a spider before,
I wasn't afraid then.
If the black form that swooped down wasn't a hawk,
It must have been a woodpecker.
But woodpeckers aren't solid black,
So it couldn't have been.
If all that movement wasn't you spinning and weaving,
It must have been me, moving to a unique rhythm that others cannot grasp,
The way a woodpecker darts and coasts.
Using her head and hard beak,
A woodpecker drums on wood to call out sustenance.
Using her head, chiseled beak, and hard tongue of the woodpecker, as well as her heart,
Somebody was able to coax me to let her in, in that dream.
It felt refreshing.
If it is a raven,
What changes are in store for me?
It isn't willing to share its secrets into microphones secured in trees by others,
But it has chosen to settle down in my presence in that dream.
This isn't a rebuilding my web of life in accordance with the design that was given to me.
Nerves branch out from the spinal chord to certain parts of the body.
What about this thread?
What order am I responding too?
Must be the final frontier,
A void where universal secrets and so forth are stored.
I didn't have a reason when I started paying attention to and weaving this into my everyday life.
A black panther calling from the east in another dream is the ok for what I started weaving.
I'll continue weaving vibrations.
If I owned a dream catcher,
It would be spiral with raindrops that glisten.
Poetry by Vanna "Smokie" Song
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Written on 2006-09-30 at 01:40
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Dreamweaver
During slumbering hours,Something taps on a thread.
I feel the vibration.
I wake from slumber and weave that vibration into everyday,
As my fingers bounce on the keyboard of my laptop.
A white tiger spun me around in one,
A snake coiled underneath my crown and a jaguar jumped on and off a wooden fence,
Motioning me to follow it in another.
This is how you crawled into my awareness,
If there was one in any of my other dreams,
It was in the dream where I was in a darkened house when I was younger.
This time,
There was a sensation like something crawling on the area at the top of my crown.
What was all the coasting that was going on?
Was that you spinning and weaving?
It also felt like something was closing in or tightening up on the area at the top of my crown when a black form was swooping down.
Like the snap of a finger,
The feeling of something closing in or tightening up on the area at the top of my crown wasn't there anymore.
I am not afraid to touch a spider.
My finger was placed on the abdomen of a spider before,
I wasn't afraid then.
If the black form that swooped down wasn't a hawk,
It must have been a woodpecker.
But woodpeckers aren't solid black,
So it couldn't have been.
If all that movement wasn't you spinning and weaving,
It must have been me, moving to a unique rhythm that others cannot grasp,
The way a woodpecker darts and coasts.
Using her head and hard beak,
A woodpecker drums on wood to call out sustenance.
Using her head, chiseled beak, and hard tongue of the woodpecker, as well as her heart,
Somebody was able to coax me to let her in, in that dream.
It felt refreshing.
If it is a raven,
What changes are in store for me?
It isn't willing to share its secrets into microphones secured in trees by others,
But it has chosen to settle down in my presence in that dream.
This isn't a rebuilding my web of life in accordance with the design that was given to me.
Nerves branch out from the spinal chord to certain parts of the body.
What about this thread?
What order am I responding too?
Must be the final frontier,
A void where universal secrets and so forth are stored.
I didn't have a reason when I started paying attention to and weaving this into my everyday life.
A black panther calling from the east in another dream is the ok for what I started weaving.
I'll continue weaving vibrations.
If I owned a dream catcher,
It would be spiral with raindrops that glisten.
Poetry by Vanna "Smokie" Song
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Written on 2006-09-30 at 01:40
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