Dreaming Again

 (Lucid Dreaming by Parachutehome com)

I’m in a sleeping dream again:

Some bloke takes me into a nearby empty room

And asks me why I’ve done what I’ve done.

I’m so surprised.

A colleague says she had to tell him

What I’d done.

Another shock

Before I awake.

Now I see this dream is rooted in memory, real.

Yet how could my Id surprise me yet again?

Did I tap into a source

External?

Was it God

Or Aliens

Or someone or something

Else

Who sprang these shocks on me?

Am I two people

Rolled into one?

Or but a radio receiver

Picking up some telepathic waves?

I cannot help but ask these things.

For, when I die, will I

Fall

To

Deeper

Sleep

And Dream.

Paul Butters

Retired

Ease your way into the day.

Being Mindful is the way they say.

Focus on Now, we don’t have long.

Meditate or sing a song.

For ten long years it’s been pipe and slippers (without the pipe),

And Ages have passed since we were nippers.

Slowly we all fade away,

For time cannot be held at bay.

I wonder what it’s all about,

There has to be another way out.

We die like flowers according to science,

There is no alternative to our compliance.

We may or may not be ruled by God,

But so long as I live I don’t give a sod.

Easy days and a set routine.

Do my best to keep my house clean.

Nice pub lunches four days per week,

A peaceful living is all I seek.

You may say I’m set in my ways,

But I’m contented in my twilight days.

Paul Butters

Atmosphere

 (Picture Credit - Atmosphere by a2ua com)

 
Atmosphere pervades this place:

A subtle, spiritual background

So surreal.

Far from haunted manors

Or flashing disco halls.

Soundless surrounds seduce my soul

As I’m serenaded by serenity.

Peaceful plains becalmed:

Punctuated only by gently rustling trees

And the distant twittering of birds.

I cannot feel any force

Except some sublime emanation

Of peace and tranquility.

Satisfaction soothes my mood

As I make the most of these lingering moments.

So good to chill out in the snug

Of my local pub.

Paul Butters