I have had dreams

i have had dreams
bad dreams,
sad dreams
mad dreams, and
ones i just don't want to remember
and don't.

if i was bukowski i might
tell you about
my wet dreams
in reams of - quite
cleverly written rhyme

but time, has never really
granted me those,
so in prose
i must write of others.

those bad, sad, and mad ones
that leave me deliriously confused
and disorientated, though even
that is an understated explanation.

whispered through this din of tintinnabu...
what was i saying?

that damn ringing in my ears
from fears of yet unspoken

though awoken already
many times on restless mornings
or in troubled nights.

                               -emiko_d

Emiko

I received a Facebook post a few days ago that many of my work friends received.  The type of post you never wanna get.  The type of post no one should ever get.

It was a post from one of my good friends from work.  A young woman who's niece (3 years old) was diagnosed with incurable cancer a few months ago.

The two of them were close.....  Soul connected... More like sisters.  They shared the same name in fact.....  Emiko Dickey  

The post... of course.... was the announcement of the little girl's passing.  (And the associated grief that goes with it.)

It's in times like these that nothing makes sense..... when the ideas of God (and the afterlife) come in on you in extremes...

Either Gods really real

Or He's absurdly absent.  

In the past... I've experienced both.

Today... however... instead of wondering where God is in times like these....  I'm thinking of Emiko... And this freaky... scary.... symmetry of life.... and how... rumbles and quakes on one side of reality.... become labor and birth on the other.  

I'm Imagining what it's like when a child is born into the hands of Love.... the real deal... like the love that your favorite aunt might have.... poured out on you.... like waterfalls..... and streams....

.....a love that's big...

and endless....

swelling like Tsunami's

Today Im imagining what its like to be free from the fears of this world.  And move on to a world where pain gives way to trust.

Where mistrust is abandoned entirely.  Where the world is so good that it bares almost no resemblance to what we know right now.  

But in the end I'm imagining her....  Emiko...  The child...

Im Imagining her laughing.... giggling....  

Running all wobbly like toddlers do.

Learning to run through a brand new world.... where every new breath is better than it's last...  And every Love adds to the millions before it....  

And Im Trusting that somewhere.... somehow... in some other place... it's true.... (and that we will see it).  

That what she has is forever-Love... And for her it's all too real....  Better than anything we could ask for......... and ridiculously more than we could imagine....