Introductory Note: This was an actual dream I had decades ago and in part during a hypnosis session. I was thinking about connections and friendships. When I thought about reading this poem, I saw outside a house a decorative bird that was black. I thought, "aren't most white?"
I then thought about how we use language and the concept of racism. This thinking is after the dream that needed to be written. Psychologically, we are warmer, kinder, when we are in contact with something warm to the touch. White as a sheet is sickly. Darker skin is warmer, it seems, and so again, at some level instinctual level I was confused by racist ideology.
I am in a park somewhere.
I see a bird,
a black swan
with subtle green markings -
and I'm fascinated.
I turn away
and when I turn back
the bird is gone
and I see a beautiful black woman.
I'm drawn to her
instantly, passionately,
attracted to her.
She approaches me and says,
"You act as if you
do not know me."
"Should I?"
"I am part of you
and have always been
a part of you,
the source of your comfort,
what you have sought
to find.
"Come with me,"
she says.
And I follow,
longing to be absorbed
by her warmth,
as light itself
combines,
and joins with
leaving nothing
lost or reflected back.
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Echoes of the Psyche
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that in some way relate to mental health, psychological experiences, states of mind and so on. I have relied on my own empathy when describing the experiences of others to present different states of mind or internal ex...
