self protective fleeing reveals the inside of me has wings

Freed from imprisonment is your subtle peace within you,
even when facing a bad day.

A beautiful piece Lisa,
love you I do oxo

merci a toi,je crois que tu a beaucoup de sensibilité,et de douceur,cela se ressent dans tes mots,
juha

And may your wings always protect…..beautiful Lisa:)

There is indeed much to learn from both.. how would we see
the light without first seeing the dark? And how differently we see things
in a new light; all is made clearer for the better ‘self journey’ oxo

I know every line….
To move from the place that you feel the beat of your once equivalent heart…..to fly further towards that which will free you to know there is love, nothing sets in stone when you are pursued by the forces of healing that you have summoned yourself ( sometimes unwittingly) to honor you with the justice of the life you have forged by your tears…
I postcard from the future will say ” I am in love with Life” ....XOXOXOXO

Beyond self-protection is where our wings have the potential to carry us into self-love and subsequently into realms of acceptance of other’s love for us.

Very deep writing my friend.

i am very drawn to this….between myth and mundane you display the magic that is part of you…

Your weaving of myth, metaphor and reality enthralls me Lisa. I really love the profound ideas contained in Whispering into the wind, stories that made my mourning pain slink away from my heart cavity such beautiful poetry!
I am so impressed by your careful journey and desire to learn from dark and light – I love it xoxox

Self acceptance, self love,......the key to free us to love and be loved. There is nothing more complete….in fact it keeps on blossoming. Lots of love to you. xoxo

Very well written and stated; we really are from within.

gorgeous images….good old Robin red breast. :)
so much of this reminds me of where I’ve been writing from lately. I just wrote a peom alstnight on the black shadow and a dream i had that tried to kill my ass. lol
but seruously, this is awesome. :)
xo

Not a word wasted, so clear yet a bit mystical at the same time.

Surprise.. I have awoke again.. so I am laying here reading your suspicions that All is Well. We take a trip to the water and through the forest we find our connection and the peace is prevalent and profound.
Every line a joy and ‘they’ all seemed to nestle well in the end where there is no ending. This is a treat for me from the hand of light and the wisp of darkness that reflects here in time space reality to be calling upon so that we may ‘see’ the light.
Darkness such a story of sadness, but all my experiences like this cave of redemption you seem to allow us to sit in, has in the final turn always with no exception turned into the light of All that Is.
Darling. I hope you take more time for thee. This feels so good. xxxxxOOOOO

Haunting visions Lisa…haunting and beautiful….The messenger of spring spreads her wings indeed…alas she has yet to wipe the blood of her broken heart from her chest….A beautiful write!

There is something truly ineffable about the pain and suffering we explore in the “dark night of the soul.” No matter how hard and how often we try to express it, words fail us. The best of metaphors cannot, nor can the raw and powerful visuals of clouds pouring blood – though they give some sense of how deep the wounds are (I’ve often said that the wound is as deep as the love) Clearly you recognize how important it is to explore that dark cave of our shadow because unless we do we would not recognize first that the light we seek is within us and that the robin is in our hearts and souls, nesting where the font of your own inner light and love have taken her. Powerful, thoughtful and insightful writing Lisa – and profoundly honest about the journey you are on. xoxox

There is much to learn from light and dark. Nicely written.

omg.. this braught a lump in my throat and tears to my eyes, the words are so relevant to me at the moment.. amazing, your writing is truely amazing

I so relate angel. Wonderful. xx

even the painful and difficult is beautiful when you put the pen to paper. xoxo
i have a knot in my gut

Even in writing about your escape from great pain, there is a beauty in your dignified phrases.
Be safe with the robin’s flutter in your heart…xo

May the robin forever nest in your loving soul.

oh dear Lisa…

I feel in this words so much of what you have felt and perhaps been through. I may not know much and therefore my insight is short due to limited experience, but I can’t help but feel your words so often.

Sugar coated memories filled the dark spaces, preventing the love of life coated memories. ...this speaks volumes to me, for some reason, about you.

Whispering into the wind, stories that made my mourning pain slink away from my heart cavity. I don’t know why but I felt these words.
And then the ending about the robin of great justice, is to me, like a little ray of hope. It’s true how hope dances inside you even in the darkest of times. May it always.

Oh and one more thing. I smiled at these words:
I fell into a snow white sleep

Reminds me of this ;)
my sleeping beauty cheek

You are indeed a dream. So so lovely. :) xxx

Oh lovely lady
you have such a way of writing…it always touches the deepest part of my heart. First off the title is brilliant…and second, the descriptions in this make it alive with skin of its own. Truly beautiful, as you and your soul very much are xoxo

Lisa you always fascinate and charm me with your spellbinding writing, it always takes me back to a time when magic reigned, when risk blended into purpose. The robin of justice… who is she? Interesting you chose such a small unassuming creature to perceive the big picture. Justice is of course never black and white, like the Pharisees “stoned” it into law, and here in this poem is the black and white square tiles around Minerva yet from what I feel, the robin is free to fly and elevate beyond this black-white oscillation.

Perhaps, bringing myself back to my own purpose, which is about the complexities of the time-quilt, time moves forward but also back from the future… here I feel the robin too did not just come from an egg.

aww It is ok Sweetie, It is a good knot… the kind that reminds us and makes us feel! I am doing quite well just very very busy lately!
I hope you are fairing well

ahhhhhh sighhh this is gorgeous my dear, and also i had no idea you could speak french lol
“Sugar coated memories filled the dark spaces, preventing the love of life coated memories”
thats pretty genius right there
love your work and you
peaceee

Dear dreamer,

I write this not on a tablet of slate nor with quill nor pen nor typewriter nor word-processor, my instrument of communication has not altered through the ages, it is the thoughts of dreams themselves that now transcend the tangible modes of intercourse.The cavernous void created by the seventh degree of separation allows reverberation of all that went before it, not only does it reverberate through time; the resonant frequency of this reverberation is perfect for the transmission and reception of the thoughts of dreams. The flight of your self protection has opened you to the sharing and perception of these thoughts.

The sugar coating of memories is one of the greatest human strengths and at the same time a pathetic human frailty. While life coated memories may be wonderful they may also tear apart the very essence of our being, I can’t help thinking this sugar coating process is a genuine healing action, rather like the physical healing of flesh wounds, we can cover them up, we can anoint them with balms and we can gradually become inured to their existence. If however we keep picking at the scab and prodding, the wound it will never heal, or even if it does, it will leave a disfiguring scar.

Some of the life coated memories deserve no more than acceptance and tolerance, attempting to blindly love all will ultimately prove unsatisfactory and abrade away a finely honed discernment… Once we know the ones that bring us pain and hurt, a sugar coating works well to help us make the best of every day we have left to spend on this planet.

If we wish to revisit those sugar coated irritants, all we have to do is suck on them for a while and presently we’ll find the reason why we sugared them in the first place. Although, as with fine wines and strong blue cheeses, our tastes often mature as we age and what we sugar coated in the past may one day become not only palatable, but even delectable once our matured and enlightened emotional tongues have licked and sucked away all the sugar.

What was it that really deeply moved the great black cloud, was it the desire to dwell in the broken receptacle of the sugar coated memories? Maybe to nibble away at the sugar coating and then move on to find another, leaving you even more broken and bitter and having to run to your neighbour for a cup of sugar? Please understand that my questions are rhetorical, not inquisitorial although they do get me pondering .

l applaud your act of defiance in rejecting the overtures of the great black cloud, no doubt at times you could have easily faltered, and yet, you stood firm in your resolve. Your refusal to swallow his morbid blood was the only possible way to resist that cloud, each new attack and defence shall see your resistance gathering strength.

Take great care to ensure that your robin of great justice is indeed of the genus Erithacus, the ‘English robin’. The ‘American robin’, while not only representing a frightfully unjust justice system, is a rather shitty travelling companion indeed, as indicated by its scientific name Turdus migratorius.

I do look forward to sharing your lighter dreams also, please place no stock in this communication, it is merely a meandering dream response to a receptive fellow dreamer…

Sweet dreams,

Dreamer

we cannot come to the robin except through the cloud. though we lose our memories and lie broken, the cloud’s blood makes us visible, it leads us to the hermit’s cave and to her gentle wings. before the cloud we are only dreams of robins. a journey from darkness to light, from light to darkness. a mystic path concealed and revealed. tres belle, ma cherie!

uncertain and unsettling… and it continues…
Great, Lisa!

Dear dreamer,

I was pleasantly surprised to find you communicating so soon through a daydream, most who speak through the thoughts of dreams take many months to acquire this skill. I can tell that you really are an accomplished dreamer. Features and gender are insignificant in the relationships of those who communicate through the thoughts of dreams, I can be whoever you dream me to be and conversely, to me, you are whoever I dream…

I was indeed next to you as you sat sat by the willow, briefly I was within your dream, do you recall your dream of skipping through the meadow with flowers woven into your hair? You thought you saw someone, a young man I think, I was there and feeling your dream… I tried to communicate without success… and then you were awoken by a woman from the Abbey, do you recall? she was seeking the bark of the willow tree to make a cure for her gravely ill friend… and then you faded…

For many seasons before you reach the bridge of burden you will have to negotiate many an obstacle or labyrinth, some delightful and simple and others dark and difficult, your Robin of justice may not be your only travelling companion… I shan’t be waiting on the other side of the bridge, instead I shall acompany you to the bridge and then cross it with you if that be the message of your dream…

I look forward to your next sleep

Dreamer

So, so uplifting and shining with light, even amongst the broken roots…...your muse is magnificent, and so are you x x

You stimulated my imagination, took me places that I had only dreamed of, made feel sad and joyful in 172 words. What can one say but wow! Such magic in verse is truly a gift to the reader.
You put a huge smile on my face Lisa! There’s only one other thing.. that could inspire a Cheshire cat grin such as the one I now have. Well maybe two. But I’m not saying what either of them is. Lol Thank you for that. xoxo

I think the Robin was trying to say…..
See those scars on your perfect skin? They will always be there, and each time you move forward and they will open up, your wings of hope and freedom will unfold and fan out and take you where you really want to be….....and once you are there, they will fold back under your skin, covered up again, until you take the next step forward…...

Beautiful writing, beautiful you, and who doesn’t fall in love with love?
xxxxo

what a stunningly beautiful and regal piece of writing. your words are always so majestic and other world .. lovely wise one xo

Dear Dreamer,

I know not if the linking in dreams is ruled by genetic coding or if it’s just a random outcome of sheer numbers, I do know that conditions must be right, it seems that the ability, or is it the willingness (or is it an unconscious act?) to embrace the seventh degree of separation upon falling asleep is a most important factor, then it must be to do with resonant frequencies and the willingness of the heart or soul to both speak and listen. Be aware that anything that passes between us flows over our dreamer lips or in reality our dreamed lips, oh..I laugh out loud and find it rather amusing when I use terms like “in reality”, for no doubt, you will see by now that in dreams there is no reality…and for that matter I don’t really “laugh out loud” either…

I vaguely remember the details of that bookshop, but to be honest I have the fondest memories of the girl with the sunlight saffron ribbons, that sounds (or should I say ‘feels’?) rather nice, saffron, yes I i like that. I always remembered the colour but not its name, how delightful. I really had no idea that you were she. I wonder if it is possible that our paths have also crossed elsewhere along the way. I get a distinct feeling that we do have a more involved connection though I just don’t remember my dreams the way I used to.

I’m floating on an ocean in a tropical paradise, my face is cooled by a south easterly trade wind and dolphins are dancing in the bow wave, my intended anchorage for the night is an island peopled by beautiful and friendly Polynesians… I saw albatross and I thought of your robin of justice which seems like an unlikely association, other than that they are both possibly birds…I’m sure I’ve seen you, I think I’ve seen you…

That is strange, I thought I was on a boat and now I’m here with you and I see really large matches lining the streets and I’m holding your hand, we are both fearful of the matches igniting and yet we somehow seem to be protecting each other as if we have another power when we are together. I see a wide open plain ahead and feel that we must carry on in this direction and you seem willing..

Your dreamer

a very dark piece, bold imagery I must say. It’s also hopeful and so I likee. Je ne savais pas non plus que tu parlais francais ( meme si tu as utlisee un traducteur) :)

Dearest Dreamer

I sometimes seem able to direct my dreaming and at other times it has a mind of its own, I too have experienced the phenomena of a long and complicated dream taking no time at all and on a number of occasions I have awoken from a deep dreaming sleep even before that sleep began… the sound of the ocean permeates many a dream, rather like the sandy shells I remember from childhood that would always contain the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, even if taken more than a hundred miles inland and near no body of water. And furthermore, when as a child I closed my eyes while the shell was held to my ear, I could also see the beach and feel the cool wet sand of the water’s edge massaging between my toes…

Do you think it strange that I
Would wish to walk along that beach
And know I can’t but still to try
To grasp at something out of reach?

‘Cause that is what I’d like to do
Its only you who really knows
I’d love to get so close to you
I’d feel the sand between your toes…

I’m becoming dissolved in the visions of your colourful crane, moving backwards through the process,
from the moment it perched safely in my hand where it felt for all the world like a beating hopeful heart… your complete trust and acceptance as you set the crane down in an endless ocean, knowing it held so much of you and yet knowing that it left you complete with not an iota missing from your being… such a state is rare and to be cherished. Your visions while folding your dreamed paper into a crane were intermingled with mine at that time and I too then felt the moist sand between my toes… all of these things may be expected to happen through the connection and the muse of dreams. I dream tears as I feel you gather the newborn painting without thinking, for that very act my dream lover, is the essence of pure fantasy. To do the unimaginable, with no incredulity, simply because it felt like the thing to do… some call this magic and maybe that’s what it really is.

I’m standing knee deep in the water and holding a fishing rod, I am winding in my line and yet it keeps coming, the spool is still not full and so I keep winding and winding and winding around a mountain side is a narrow track which descends into a valley… Morning sun is shining and birds are singing beautiful melodious songs as we meander down the track together, sometimes holding hands and sharing a laugh and a feeling of contentment washes over me. There is something at the bottom of the valley that we must do or see or contend with though I know not what it is… fading awake…

With you,
Dreamer

Dear Dreamer

I was surprised to find myself nodding off in a small bus, it was as though my subconscious had missed you and was stealing a share of my wakeful hours, nodding off would not really have been an issue had I not been driving the bus at the time. I’m sure you were in the bus with me too and we were playing music extremely loudly. I can’t remember what the song was but it had a real thumping bass line and it seemed to stay in time with the bumps as we careened down that winding mountain track, the one we were walking down only yesterday. You were pointing to a mountain on the opposite side of the valley and claiming that it was your destination… a strange thing considering that dreams usually have no destinations. Then again since you’ve been around dreams have been rather unusual so I might have expected things to change from the expected but that doesn’t make sense, it’s a bit like:
We’d travel the skies on Pegasus
Has now replaced “Beggars would ride”
And It’s rather more fresh and romantic
to share your winged horse as we glide.
He seems to have kicked all around me
And sanctified all of the ground
So the words that you speak still have meaning
Although you make never a sound… decision about where to get off the bus, you said something about the nexxxxt stop but I guess with four exes you must have some Idea about where to stop what you are doing and come and look at this will you, this isn’t a bus it’s a horse, which likely explains why it didn’t crash when I went to sleep while I was driving it. And now I see a sign pointing to the mountain in the distance and it says “Mount Helicon”. I wish I saw all those bright colours and the softness and the pastel colours and could smell the frangipani, though I did manage a bite of your antique carrot which was rather fresh and sweet and somewhat moreish…

Well I must have dreamed….

Dream lover

Sweet Dreamer

Awakening within a dream is rather like a strawberry with no cream for once awake when still asleep and thoughts into your mind do creep across your face your naked flesh now melds with mine as dreams enmesh and even as we sleep our voice allows us each no other choice unless we wish to fight the dream and settle back without the cream but in a dream this is a doubtful way for can we find the bits we gave away to those who never wanted dreams to share but happily would sit and primp their hair as on we went this path of make believe to never stumble nor to want reprieve a dream you see is really not a lie unless we let the dream collapse and die and even then just what it is or was will always be uncertain just because it happened as we slept and folks don’t know how dreamy sleep that’s grown from seeds we sow may blossom like your caterpillar green into the butterfly I have just seen upon the stained glass flower near your bed and even more in words now still unsaid….
I swam in your dream and it splashed across my face and the freshness woke me…

Love
Dreamer

You made me start and woke my heart just when I felt the starry part as seeds of strawberries flank the moon then in your slip you made me swoon back into sleep as I desired you won’t believe what next transpired but then again it doesn’t matter believe or not like idle chatter so I’ll tell you anyway and hope you shall not shy away I dreamed my hand had touched your slip as well my mouth had touched your lip the satin’s not your slip’s alone your lips too had a satin tone from whence it came I do not know nor if it will remain or go electric blue did fit indeed and in my eye a strawberry seed seemed to fly from on your tongue and songs of angels loudly sung distracted me I felt your kiss you missed the moon I felt the bliss your lacy bodice I caressed (I wish I could recall the rest) but when I woke your scent remained my lips were red my tongue was sprained as down the mountain side we walked and even with the sprain I talked you seemed to look at me askance your walk was more a happy dance and all the world was feeling fine you didn’t even spill your wine I smiled like a happy bloke but then it seemed I just awoke…

Dream Lover