fast asleep
the world turns
at a moment’s notice
in unforeseen directions
like those carrying us, back
to our adolescent years
awakening, slowly
still filled with dreams
leftover night promises
then, morning comes
washing away
what was never there
only then, cleansed
we glimpse something beyond
self-deception, misperception
something, we ourselves
must wear inside us–a curtain
hiding us from ourselves
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
Loved this poem.
Z: Thanks so much. Hoping that you are well.
What can I say, Don. Your poetry always delights me.
May your life be blessed.
…Z
Dan: Well, I think your dream could be a great book. I think your whole dream is a play on words called “shootin’ the beaver!” I mean in Viet Nam that is. LOL
Don’t know if I got Beav out of Nam, but I guess he survived, anyway. I went on to a convention of Sikhs in that particular dream, and never did get to the sought-after documents…
And I shall dream on.
Thanks Kai and Andrew. I appreciate your comments.
I completely agree with Floots. Wonderful work, Don!
very well done
Aurora: Thanks. It is a multi-level poem. I dream a great deal as well, especially when I am awake.
I like this on all levels, and as one who dreams nightly and vividly, I relate to this.
Floots: Thanks. Glad you liked it. I liked that line as well.
Dan: Thanks for sharing. Yes, very much the same. Did you succeed in getting Beave out Nam. Hey Dan, dream on!
Yes! The other night, I had a dream where I was helping Wally Cleaver get the documents needed to help Beaver stay out of Viet Nam. In the midst of all this, I realized that it was only a dream. Still, I continued on, thru various situations. Sound familiar? Kinda like life itself?
washing away what was never there –
a deceptively simple term which captures so much of what living is all about
thanks don