Barn Dreams
I have a recurring dream
Opening large sliding barn doors
To wide open interior spaces
To open the spaces witching within me
The high peaked roof vaulted,
Exalted to the sky
As if the barn stands in Praise
Like church ceilings of ancient ways
As if the space could hold-it-all
Hold my vaulted, exalted heart
Flooding with push~pull of enlightenment like salted sweep that gently fills & drains the cove
Dancing with ineffable moments of divinity like rain drops landing on lake with their unknowable wakes of influence
Swirling with mysterious elixirs of grief like a splattering of paint on every surface of living in alternate colors of bright & bizarre
I have a recurring dream
Opening the large rolling vertical door
to wide open exterior spaces
To Open the space Witching beyond me
The expansive landscape of grounded vulnerability—the exposed sun drenched verdant meadows sweeping into the protection & mystery of wild & wet forest
As if the large barn doors opening
Could possibly bridge-it-all
Connecting my divine expanse with my embodied vulnerability
As if opening the barn doors
Forms a holy bridge between
the divinity within & beyond me—
An Intimacy between
infinite & inner landscapes
Opening wide to the seen & unseen
I have a recurring dream
Opening wide the barn doors—
Rolling up the vertical doors
Sliding a part the horizontal doors
of my witching Self
to all three faces of God;
the inner, intimate, infinite
As if the recurring barn door dream
keeps whispering…
Open all of me.
Open all of me.
Open all of me.
Painting by Betsy Stephens