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If Dreams Mean Anything

Who are you and who am I
and could it be we’re kindred spirits 
deep inside?  
And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix 
of an endless scheme
begotten long ago, 
when time was not 
and the only thought 
was how long until they know? 
How long until they know I’m “We”
and learn eventually to see 
that most of what they read and learned 
was nothing more than food for worms 
squirming ‘round inside their heads 
distracting from themselves instead.
  
So much to understand it’s true
but simple as the sky is blue 
all tangled up like string in glue
like who was Jesus in the flesh
and was he really, truly Blessed?
(I hear it now: “That man’s a mess.”) 
But not the first to question thus 
as truth is written in the dust 
by the winners, spinners, sinners deep
luring others fast asleep.  
(Now I lay me down to rest 
and pray my soul wakes up progressed
up Jacobs ladder to the gates 
opened wide to celebrate.)
Even while we wander ‘round
in this mysterious dreamscape land
missing countless miracles 
of each moment of life at hand.  
Through pages of the ages of
every breath of birth, death,
love and living we extol
through consciousness of the cosmos, 
the Holy Grail to our One Great Soul.
Don’t we perceive the universe the same: 
Earth, moon, stars, cold, heat and flames?
Connected, yet disconnected,
separate and still One: 
seeing the world through different eyes 
like separate rays of the Sun.
Inescapable as planets are to stars
while never even knowing that 
is who we are.  
While sleeping and awakening repeatedly
as we do from day to day,
perhaps to do so endlessly  
isn’t so far away.   

And if dreams mean anything 
beyond awakening at dawn,
perhaps it’s time to reimagine  
where life begins and ends 
while sitting still 
and moving on.     

© Terrell Martin, 02/06/2025



Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 2/8/2025 9:52:00 AM
Dear Terrell, I enjoyed your rich thought-provoking poem especially "truth is written in the dust/by the winners, spinners, sinners deep/luring others fast asleep./(Now I lay me down to rest/and pray my soul wakes up progressed" and "Don’t we perceive the universe the same:/ Earth, moon, stars, cold, heat and flames?/Connected, yet disconnected,/ separate and still One:/seeing the world through different eyes/like separate rays of the Sun" Applause! Applause! For your clever wordplay and poetic finesse. So many excellent and exhilarating passages throughout this contemplative piece. Beautiful my poet friend! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Terrell Martin
Date: 2/9/2025 6:11:00 AM
Hi Susan, I can never get over how much praise you lavish over my simple, heartfelt verses. They mean more to me than I could ever adequately express, and you are truly a gem who never stops shining. I'm so glad you approve and look forward to visiting you again very soon. Until then, God bless & keep you safe. /// Terrell
Date: 2/7/2025 11:42:00 AM
An outstanding and moving poem, my friend Terrell, the subject of which is the investigation of human identity, awareness, and dependency of all living things. It implies that there is a common experience and a deeper oneness underneath the surface of individual lives, and it asks questions about being truth, and perception. Pleasure reading your great poem.
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Date: 2/7/2025 12:42:00 PM
Hello again, Sotto. I consider it a sincere honor for you to read, review and provide your astute observations of this poem. It's refreshing for someone to read and comprehend the complexity and mystery of life (and death) as perfectly as you have. Judging from your own poetry this comes to me as no surprise, however, and again, I'm humbled by your thoughts. Kudos to you & thanks again

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