The 60-Second Sabbath

Dreams

  • Metaphor

    Sleep–sweet metaphor for death.Some saywe use our metaphorsto keep the world at bay,to dull the edge of life's cutting realities.  I saymetaphorstrips illusion from reality,revealing the Core beneath. Death is sleep,from which we awakenbeyond illusion, beyond reality. Text and image… Continue reading

  • The Random Pen

    My pen, I realize,has made its own stray marks on the pageas I dozed off–stray marksor a cryptic messagefrom my subconscious? Some do look like letters–perhaps even words;decipherable,with an imaginative stretch:perhaps"let go,"or,"less goo,"or,"left again." Maybe the ambiguity is intentional,and whatever… Continue reading

  • Porcelain

    We have a favorite CD,titled Porcelain–fragile music,delicate, round and translucent,soothing, cooling and smooth,layered with soft colorand subtle flavors,protective and nurturing. So many nightswe float to sleep,wrapped in gentle cadence… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. (Porcelain… Continue reading

  • Fill in the Blanks

    blank page    blank heart a page of possibilities    a heart of possibilities with what will you fill yours?  Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Hauntings

    We are our own ghosts.We are what goes bump in our nights.We the ones who rearrange the nicknacks,later confounding ourselves,wondering who (or what?) moved that thingfrom the living room to the bedroom,from the study to the garage. We are the… Continue reading

  • Leap-Faithing

    Allow your curiosityto best you–flip switches,mix chemicals,assemble mismatched parts,let the cart lead the horse,give the sleeping bear a poke,chew through the wire. The mess you make,likely won't kill you. Oh, you may retrace steps,redo work,replace something broken,apologize. But you will… Continue reading

  • The Sweet Night

    Morning has broken,shattering the sweet peace of night,its shards littering my bedspread,    the bathroom floor,    the kitchen counter. I'm sad to see morning,    scattered in disarray,    coming into clearer focus    as light skulks about. Ah,… Continue reading

  • Failure

    Success buildson the rubble of repeated failure. No collapsed venture is wasted. Art, relationship, occupation–it's all the same:only those who gleefully fail,succeed. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • What I’m Looking For

    That thing you've been looking for?That feeling of completeness,    the wholeness,    that satisfaction that eludes you? Guess what!You already have it. You already arewhat you are looking for. Repeat after me:"I amwhat I am looking for." I amwhat… Continue reading

  • Mysticism

    "I want to be a mystic," he said. "What kind of career is that?" she asked. "Well, it isn't a career exactly,it's more of a way to be." She snorted,"A way to be.And that pays…how much?" He ignored her sarcasm,because… Continue reading