©westcoastwoman 2020
“We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love…and then we return home”
Australian Aboriginal Proverb
Dreamtime
Moon
Light crosses pillows
Wake from your dreams
Rise to capture
Ice crystals and moonset,
Creep into darkness
Still the moment.
Life moves in phases
‘sets’ morph to ‘rises’,
Dreamtime
inbetweentime
wake and sleep
time marked not
by day and night
but new, full,
waning,
secrets revealed
so many moons ago…..
©westcoastwoman 2020
Wildly and Dangerously Free 
Absolutely wonderfully ethereal and dreamlike. Love this
“Moon
Light crosses pillows
Wake from your dreams
Rise to capture
Ice crystals and moon-set,”
So beautiful 💛
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Thank you so much Rachel, I woke up this morning with full moon light peeking through the blinds….followed it outside into the ice and dark and found the image and the words
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I’m glad you did, so beautiful!!
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So many moons ago.
Just passing through. Loved it.
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thank you Bojana….seem to be counting time by moons these days instead of months.
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A wonderful dream poem 💛 🙏
An interesting cultural difference
between Indigenous Australians
and the Western attitude of land
ownership. The Aboriginal belief
that they belong to the land, not
vice versa.
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Indigenous people of Canada had/have similar attitudes towards the land. Beliefs were overridden 500 years ago by something
called the Doctrine of Discovery . Our ‘Western attitudes’ have/are doing much damage, especially to our precious planet……
We belong to the land, without it there is no life.
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Yes, I think Joni Mitchell said it well:
“We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog
in something turning
Well maybe it is just
the time of year
Or maybe it’s the time of man
I don’t know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden.”
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Hand to heart….
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This is so beautiful.
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Dreamtime is where I go when I experience in my being the beauty of nature. A broad statement for sure, but I float, no past, present, or future. This poem is beautiful capturing the layers of senses that we can experience as long as we are open to it.
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I agree Deborah, for only the second time in my life I was woken up by moonlight. Full moon setting….I had to capture what I could with the camera and in doing that was gifted with the words. Setting over Hornby Island.
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We are cogs and something is definitely turning…so gratified to see new organizations and young people coming up to the plate…now there is even a party for the ocean in Nanaimo.
Potluck ahead!
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This is indeed the in between time when the veil between all things is thin. The word “moonset” has magic in it.
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yes….at first I had a hyphen between the two words moon-set and then I realized that I had seen many sunsets but perhaps only a few moonsets, that it is a rare and beautiful experience. On a transpacific flight I remember looking out one side of the aircraft and seeing sunrise the other side a full moonset.
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