Rising Above Myself

Do you ever have those dreams from which you just can't wake up?

I'm having one of those this morning.  I am walking around in a true fog.  Part of me still remains in that dream.  It is one from which I am choosing not to depart - one that I know has things to teach me.

I do not want to divert my thinking from that place lest it disappears forever.  So I will share with you this morning something I shared with the Tribe last night (the amazing group of women who have been through the BIG process), part of portrait work.

This is the art:

(Brighter here than in person.  Some day I'll learn how to make the two match.)


This is the poem:

The time has come

to break all my promises

tear apart all chains

and cast away all advice

Disassemble the heavens

link by link

and break at once

all lovers' ties

with the sword of death

Put cotton inside

both my ears

and close them to

all words of wisdom

Crash the door and

enter the chamber

where all sweet

things are hidden

How long can I

beg and bargain

for the things of this world

while love is waiting

How long before

I can rise beyond

how I am and

what I am

~Rumi

How more perfectly could I state my being?