Unbidden Night Flight March 9, 2013
Posted by nrhatch in Poetry, Spirit & Ego, Synchronicity & Mystery, Word Play.Tags: Balloon, Mindfulness, Mystery, Poetry, Spirit, Word Play
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One night, I drifted
On the canyon rim of consciousness
Ready to tumble into the abyss
A bouquet of balloons floated into view
Unbidden by me
I watched them drift, in concert
Tethered together with tenuous strings
Eyes closed to dark night
I admired their buoyant flight
Fueled by an inner light
POP!!!
Someone else pushed the pin
It wasn’t me
Aah . . . that’s better!
SomeBODY burst your balloon bouquet..
The still silent voice within has a “pointed” sense of humor.
They just went too high, and died in style?
I found it fascinating that someone/thing other than me chose to pop one of the balloons . . . mid-flight.
why is it that balloons floating up into the sky always seem so magical?
Symbolic ascent from HERE to THERE, perhaps?
Altitude is for birds.
Ah, but the sensation of flight delights, if only in our dreams.
I’m afraid I’m a lot more fish than bird. My flight dreams usually involve crashing.
You need to have a chat with your Dream Meister . . . he sounds a bit grinchy.
That’s Life.
Yup . . . no use crying over popped balloons. Especially those constructed of mind matter.
The weasel is seriously annoyed, and will sue for infringement of copyright.
The targeted balloon feels quite deflated to hear that.
I guess it was a party-popper…not a party pooper.:) But there are many more colorful balloons in your future.
Love your poem, Nancy!
Thanks, Vivian. Yes! A party popper.
Someone waiting to burst your bubble? Hate it when that happens!
At the time, I sensed that “spirit” wanted to get my attention to remind me of the ever-present connection . . . somewhat like the tether on a “free-floating” balloon.
What an interesting dream! My experience is that there is almost always someone standing by ready to pop our balloons. I like that in your dream you seem to just have taken the position of observing, not responding. You have a calmness that even shows itself in your dreams.
It wasn’t quite a dream ~ I was on that cusp between wakefulness and sleep when the balloons floated into view. When one popped, I was awake enough to wonder:
WHO did that? And WHY?
Perhaps a reminder that we are not the thoughts we think. And that some of “our” thoughts don’t even originate within us ~ they arrive via our internal connection to the collective consciousness and crowd out our own mundane musings.
As for the internal “calm” ~ I still have the capacity to get “worked up about nothing” (as I often did in my younger years) but usually don’t bother since getting hot under the collar is generally more trouble than it’s worth.
Life is what it is. Shaking my fist at the sky rarely stops the rain from falling.
I wanted to say that maybe it was one of your goblins that did it….that part of our ego that tries to pull us down…but then, maybe you are right….your inner light does have a sense of humour…telling you that it’s alright to be floaty, but don’t forget to be grounded too?
Or maybe a reminder that, like the balloon, we never know how much time we have left . . . so best make the most of the moment.
Oh! That’s another good way of looking at it!
It’s reassuring to sense that connection to the still silent voice within. Aah . . .
Maybe the person who popped the balloon wanted you to be more ‘grounded’
At the time, I sensed spirit was playing “pop goes the balloon” as a reminder of the ever-present connection between us. Rather a reassuring thought to have just before passing from wakefulness to oblivion. _/!\_
Oh, that’s a cool experience! Reminds me of my sister. About 3 years ago she was at the beach on her late son’s birthday. She asked her late son for a sign and a few minutes later when she looked up, a bouquet of birthday balloons were floating towards her. It’s amazing that the balloons from what she assumes was a party nearby, found my sis and not another beach goer.
That’s so cool! I love the mystery behind synchronicity. Thanks, Marie.
I love that floating feeling as i drift off…
Wheee . . eee . ee . . . zzzzz.
Wasn’t me, either!
Sudden / loud noises kinda freak me out… (like those rolls that come in cardboard tubes… ahhhh)!
OK, then . . . I’ll cross you off the list of “usual suspects.”