SPIRITUAL DREAMS

 
 
 
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 I am looking for the tall man
 An Indian descendant of an angel
 This is taking place in my dreams
 I am mystical but have no angle
 In searching what this life is about
 There are no handy answers
 Shamans may have an agenda
 As a partial angel I feel a smear
 This giant, peaceful Indian man
 Is here to offer to me good news
 He isn’t preaching, just talking true
 Mentioned the Promised Land 
 Being returned to the Jews
 Talked about the universe, how unending
 As for us we are specks of dust
 Even the non-angel part of me
 The universal tapestry is just rust
 Still we all wish to place a stitch
 This accomplishment won’t amount to much
 What is beyond us is something glorious
 Yet we are living in a world of multiple fuss
 You can grow said this Indian wearing no paint
 What is waiting for you we cannot discuss
 I understand, he said, your present desire
 You cannot possibly imagine the golden fire
 Think of what you are doing every minute of your life
 Watch out for everyone in the grips of strife
 Dedicate yourself to what you know is right
 The reward beyond you will be worth your fight
 This beautiful man, the Indian angel
 Conversed with me---beauty---there was no quarrel
 It is now, he indicated, versus eternity
 Give up all pettiness, it is glory you want to see
 He vanished like vapor rising into the sky
 My dream ended, could not be recalled
 I saw the daylight and began to cry
 I wanted to reach out, give him a kiss
 He had reaffirmed for me the road to bliss
 Love, honor and respect of others
 He gave cause for my angel wings to flutter
  
 Steve Haarman aka Stanski
 January 17, 2021 ^