The 60-Second Sabbath

dream

  • Thursday Prayer

    Good morning, Creator: Take pity on me, I pray,that today the disorienting winds of rearrangement    won't leave me again upside-down in the bushes,but instead may speed me further toward    tomorrows cupping contentment. Amen. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading

  • The Journey

    The unnamed destinationyou long formay, in fact,be the step you're taking now.  Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Dream

    And as I dreamed,my skin dissolvedand I expanded,spread outward,a being of refracted lightsurrounded by beings of refracted light,no longer divided entitiesbut all part of a greater,    glittering,    interconnected whole. I knew my separate selfas illusion,and this wondrous, webbed oneness    as life, … Continue reading

  • Into the Stream of Consciousness

    Dipping my toein the stream of consciousnessI find it oddly cooling–soothing in a wayI didn't anticipate. Next the foot..and soon, stripping to nothing,I take the plunge–waters of cluttered, un-institutionalized freshnesswash over me,tumble me in their turbulent current,bracing,bruising,bathing,revealing… Is this dream or… Continue reading

  • Magic

    When I was a child,magic lived in the world–not illusion,not pretend,real magic. Magic filled warm summer nightswhen I leaned on my window silland whistled softlymy four-note tune,through the screen.I repeated it several times,waiting for the nightto bring something unknownsomething extraordinary.This… Continue reading

  • Dreaming

    The Transcendentinvades my dream–bulldozes the fences,mows down the weeds,blows out the windows,reveals all,and says,"Here–here is what's real,thriving and alive in your subconscious:believe it;embrace it." And I awakentransformed. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Queen of the Night

    The Queen of the Nightrules my subconscious,orchestrates my dreaming,allows what is necessary    to rise to the surface,holds in the wings    what I'm yet unable to handle. I have no choicebut to trust her;she is God's emissary,the high priestessof… Continue reading

  • Let Me Dream

    In sleepI plow the fertile fields of wonder.Let me dream.Let not the sun waken me. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • The Dream

    I am in my childhood home–but larger–its many rooms running parallel to the lakeshore. I step into the final room,where a young woman and I nearly collide:she is 20ish, thin, with long hair.Startled, she screams;startled, I jump, wonder,"Who are you?… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Sleep (that buoyant sea) wants me.Who am I to deny her?I close my eyesand she washes over me–within seconds I am borne away,lifted and rocked on her tide–away, away into the night… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading