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Clad in Dreams
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Clad in Dreams |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
The organs of eyesight are bundles of specialized structures that undergo photochemical reactions when struck by radiant energy corresponding to the visible wavelengths of light. But eyes alone are not organs of vision. The organs of vision with which only humans have been gifted, are metaphorically seated in the eyes of the heart. The lens through which we see each other, the powerful instrument through which we apprehend the incomparable beauty in each other, in Nature, in the vastness of creation far beyond the Moon and stars, the lens that can even show us the invisible within, is the lens of imagination. Imagination is more powerful than any optical instrument, because it reaches inward to illuminate our inner spaces, and makes us something we call Soul and Spirit. Van ghov didn't have much to work with, a living hell of mania and depression. But he painted for us what he imagined. He painted for others he would never live to meet. He painted till the illness took his life, and left for Don Mc-clean to finish what he had to say; so that now we understand ... Midnitesun understands, eh Midnitesun? What would it be like to view pack ice drifting placidly in the Beauford sea, glittering in a Sun that doesn't set? I do not claim special powers that others can not have or learn to use. There are those, both blind an sighted, who don't seem to care anything about what is going on around them. I'm pretty much the same as everybody else, and at times, myself, don't care. But there are those who look, and do not see. There are those who hear, but do not listen. There are those who feel, but do not touch. There are those who buy you gifts, but do not care. And there are those who say the words, but do not mean them. When you go about as Nature made you, I know that you are clad in dreams, dreams as big as the sky and airy as gossamer. Rh sees me held in the arms of Cloud goddess and she painted me. I don't know how to paint ... ... and Ali understands too, Eh ali. I can see that you are dressed only in night dreams. Can you see me dressed in mine?  I'm so hungry ... I have to STOP! now |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Jaime, This is amazing and I'll be back to read it again tomorrow. Wonderful work, my friend. Ali |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Pleasure to read...James |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Dear Jaime, yes I can imagine you dressed in your dreams, they are magical! As is your poem, it holds a wonderful lesson too. Love and hugs. Margherita  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This may well be my new favorite Jaime write! Van Gogh was a master at interpreting the whole of life; the movements and emotions of humans, and the powers of nature. The clouds and all the constellations literally dance in his paintings. You are right about imagination and vision, amigo. Many never 'see or hear' the world around them, even though born with all the equipment to do so. You, my friend, see and hear far more than most. Thank you for sharing your vision in this beautiful piece of poetry. |
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ArtSolstice Member
since 2007-03-18
Posts 498 |
This is mighty fine, Jaime. Mighty fine. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Jaime, I commend you on this beautiful expression of your beautiful soul ~ and talent! I thoroughly enjoyed reading your thoughts and found myself nodding my head in agreement throughout. Love to you, Dreamer Man, Linda |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Jaime, This is very well done. Bobby |
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