World Citizen Dreaming

The majority of my poetry and stuff will be filed on this blog World Citizen Dreaming

Ocean girl dives for poetry dreams.

I look for words out windows.

Rain is my memory eulogy.

Dry plants beat my brother’s coffin.

Mother dreams big daughter banker.

Father dreams big daughter academic.

Daughter dreams big great parent.

Brother dreams sister stops hopeless dancing.

Sister dreams brother stops hopeless attitude.

Yellow are my feathers to fly.

Blue are my weaknesses denied.

(c) june perkins

man at peace with world, originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.

The Birth of Baha’u'llah is coming up soon so I am dedicating a few posts to that.

This is a poem I recently wrote (: It is part of a series on the life of Baha’u'llah.

A Father’s Dream

A dream of fish clinging to his hair
But he swims on and no one can slow him down
His father wakes up wondering what does it all mean.
She dreamt of a white Elephant
And was filled with Certitude
The baby in her womb
Would later dream of He who swam with the Fish,
The Fifth Buddha, His Spiritual brother.

She dreamt of the gateway to him
And followed that Light to the Conference of Badasht
She took off her veil,
Knowing the power of Spiritual Revolutions.

Holy trees, Bodhi Tree,
Greatest Holy Leaf
The scriptures whisper out songs of souls long gone .

We try to follow the light in their footprints
To Englightenment, to Awakenings.

We are not the fishes in the dream
We are riding on his broad back
We will stay there if we follow
The Light.

We are swimming in the green light
Awake,
So awake from centuries of sleeping

We do not slow him down,
He swims faster and faster
Taking us all into the light.

When we surface we will know
That we have not been dreaming
This is now,
This is the day
It is our turn to swim.

20/7/2007 During Study of Ruhi Book 4. (c) June Perkins

Sea Dragon

I hear the wind
The sea dragon must be on its wingless flight
So far from its underwater palace.

Where are the places through which my
Footsteps wander without me?
Jewelled hearts are there.

The sea dragon is dining
Chewing away the past and future
Breathing out fire
Spreading through water
Purification.

The sea dragon rises to the surface
The ocean surges as it flies to
The superior heavens.

I hear the rains descend
The sea dragon must be on its wingless flight.
Far from the feeding frenzy it hears
From its four sisters
Who wander through palaces of Jade and Jasper.

I see my house unrooved
Metal darting down the streets
It must be the breath of the Dragon King
Sending out his eternal din.

I hear the wind
The sea dragon must be on its wingless flight.

(c) June Perkins all rights reserved

Unity’s Cabin

This is my favourite of my posts from Unity’s Cabin. I am going to finish of the caves section soon and then have a brief break from that blog… and post occassional poems and songs from Unity.

Path of the Feather

“Viriginia, Oodgeroo, Emily” the Old Man in the Green Turban called the three writing owls that I had known back when I lived on my island. I placed my two wings in the palm of my hand. The feathers tickled and made me giggle- but then my giggle changed into a “tuwhoo tuwhoo” and I was an owl myself.

The Old Man in the Green Turban had turned into a giant tree and the three owls were seated on his branches. The tree whispered “fly” – I hesitated the tree boomed “fly” and so I flew and saw with Owl’s Eyes.

Above it all – I saw with the Owl’s Eyes- patterns made by rivers and lakes, mountains rising to peaks, orange soil sown for the coming crops, fields full of sleeping goats- and I felt my tummy rumble- and instinct kick in.

I saw a lighthouse and it was then that Viriginia the Owl flew down and I followed. I felt a bit off balance as we swooped down to the lighthouse. Flying and looking, flying and looking until I became the thing I looked at and I was looking at a tasty mouse- trying to break into the lighthouse. I swooped and grabbed and was satisfied with my feed.

I looked into the house and saw the ghost of a lady with a green shawl staring out at me – lost in her beauty and her sadness. I put my head to one side. Virginia and I perched on the tree as the lady with the green shawl came out to sit with us. Together we saw light, darkness, povery, wealth, wings, dust, leaves, and wind- it all swirled around us.

I was flying again, “tuwhoo, farewell Viriginia” this time I followed Oodgeroo- she took me to a place of stories dreaming the landscape. We followed the caterpillar in the mountains, taking flight into blue butterfly- we stopped and danced with the brolga. For a moment I became a human seeking to understand the story of how I became an owl- I danced an owl dance, and danced the owl into the landscape.

I listened to the landscape with Oodgeroo and reread her poems – and her lifestory. Grass roots solutions, education, how wise she was, before her time. No outside of time. I saw her flying with her son.

They were gone and I was now flying to the Ferry with Emily- Emily pouring hope into my feathers, and urging me to fly on to the wharf where the ferry waited. She sang her songs, her poems – and we swooped and settled back onto the tree man, the green turbaned old man, and my wings appeared back on my hand.

I stood at the base of the tree, for now the green turbaned man was gone, back into the soul of the island.

The Tree Man

(c) June Perkins all rights reserved.

You want to read all this adventure so far then go to ——— Unity’s Cabin