Monarca Rising

Tag: dreams

  • The Rich Deep Tones of A Cello

    drawing by Carmen H Gray The Rich Deep Tones of A Cello by Carmen H Gray I’ve heard it in my dreams As if he called to me His voice in that same living tone Of her beloved instrument The sound waves echoing from our distant past An expanding ripple of spheres That reach across […]

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  • From A Dream

    “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”-Oscar Wilde From A Dream by Carmen H Gray You and I, we made such vagaries of the mind We called ourselves by unrelated names And wandered into an […]

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  • Thou Art This

    art and poem by Carmen H Gray   Tenderly she rivers the night sky With petals in place of feathers She moves in body and soul All strings and stars expanding Impermeable and eternal Creation cradled to heart Beating softly in the enveloped song of Humanity They are vast as the sky together Wider than […]

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  • Quilaztli

    in tonān in cihuācōātl in quilāztli  (our mother, Cihuacoatl, Quilaztli) “You promise us emerald and jade, but do those precious stones truly endure? Only the divine song, drifting down from Omeyocan, outlasts human life and earthly age. All else is but a dream, dear brother.”-Malinalxochitl to Huitziltzin in Feathered Serpent, Dark Heart of Sky: Myths […]

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  • White Light

    White Light by Carmen H Gray Uninhabited Quiet space It is that empty side of the home I keep finding in my dreams The part I am afraid to explore Where room after room Nothing feels right Things are distorted, broken I rush to find the back door Unlocked, unguarded Leaving me terrified That I […]

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  • Vision

    Vision by Carmen H Gray I was there Under the brilliant stars Velvet Night Silent Night Expansive Earth Desert air Beckoning me Summoning me I could feel a presence Coiled, then undulating Shedding its skin Ethereally alive Spiraling path inward Inward, I heard It was my own voice Calling to me      

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  • The Sun in My Dreams

    As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall. Shadow. I am […]

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  • Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

    Ava’s sketch book page from yesterday.  Last night I dreamed that wings sprouted from my back and I was flying.  The wind was crisp and cool on my face.  The skies were dark, but my heart was light.

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