From an Insomniac’s Dream (VII) - Wonderland

 

Today heralds the beginning of an era

Not of interest to meaningless minds

Regardless, the story must be told.

Of an apparent merger of Yin and Yang

In reality, the triumph of a trichotomy

or perhaps a triumvirate?

Since there was a He - the babysitter; a She - the divine feminine; and a Me - the Child

Three companions on the trip of a lifetime

whither thoughts were elicited, meaning sought, and purpose created, if not found.

Let’s start at the beginning.

But what was that? Or when?

Was the origin the bright colors that tasted sweet?

Or the vibration of chrysanthemums –

a mere conversation with chlorophyll

Or the music reverberating, drumming, thrumming…smelling of nostalgia 

Or the tablecover’s patchwork of whorls

That pulled you in when you felt the threads

Drowning, then surfacing and breathing again, once called out

Making love through head and hair

And fingers reaching for one’s organic and inorganic anchors

Or the appearance of dry figs and nuts   

sitting atop the rugged board, a smooth sounding cliff hanger 

Or did it begin with my dreams pulled by the catcher

On a wall of bricks that rocked and rolled

While smoke emanated at Machu Pichu’s Aztec rituals

With shadows being cast by Shamans of the Amazon

[Lost in an acid maze of black rose petals swirling on a rectangular box

With time suspended, space transcended

Past-present-future but a mindful moment]

As the moon descended and the earth ascended

The Universe communed

Limbs intertwined snakelike

Dancing with the high priestess of the soul

It could’ve gone on like this

Had it not been for the music of celestial beings

Coming to a standstill

As I lay overwhelmed by this journey

The fan on the ceiling had its story to tell

Of fuzzy edges with purple hues

While down and down the rabbit hole I went

Amidst voices from elsewhere

Generating nightmares of self doubt

A raging tempest of turmoil, within and without

[A real insomniac’s dream indeed!]

But then came the babysitter

To rescue and redeem (per the script) 

And out we went to meet the dawn’s fog

Together we sat again

In an animated multi-dimensional world 

Of talking trees, chuckling daffodils, and laughing birds

[Through losing my mind I had come to my senses

From darkness unto light]

 

And now, like all esoterica, an insomniac’s dream comes to an end.

Like the wave front comes to an end at the shore,

No matter how calm or agitated ocean or land may appear.

“Where does boundary of self end and stars begin?” Shams had asked.

In Alice’s Wonderland, the answer.

And salvation.

 

Author’s note: in part vii, An Insomniac’s Dream continues after a few years of the assumption that it had ended. In Wonderland, inspiration struck Narcissus amidst a new found friendship. Since three individuals are ‘colliding’ in Wonderland, it’s a trichotomy (categorized into three) or a triumvirate (three important people). Wonderland describes a trip of a lifetime: with the good, the bad and the ugly being highlighted in equal measure. In Wonderland, the boundary between abstract and real is blurry.

            ‘Wonderland’ – part 7 of AID - is dedicated to A and M.  

from an Insomniac's Dream 

Acknowledgment: First published by Spillwords Press.