Circles within Circles
May 2, 1999
Throughout the night I felt like my dreams were circles. It was like the idea that “my life was a circle,” was the main reoccurring theme for the night. (Just like when you have a song in your head and you can’t stop singing it in your mind.) I thought I dreamt about a circle within a circle but I can’t recall any details. It’s as though the dreams I was having were taking place in between a small inner circle and the large outer circle.
Throughout the night I felt like my dreams were circles. It was like the idea that “my life was a circle,” was the main reoccurring theme for the night. (Just like when you have a song in your head and you can’t stop singing it in your mind.) I thought I dreamt about a circle within a circle but I can’t recall any details. It’s as though the dreams I was having were taking place in between a small inner circle and the large outer circle.
posted by Miss_3 @ 2:39 p.m.
1 Comments:
At 6:50 a.m.,
Bernie Quigley said…
. . . a lovely song (incidently, 25 year ago I attended the poet/songwriter's funeral in Brooklyn as a family frined) . . . Emerson's sentiments as well; consciousness is a circle within circles - this is the way of Love. Power is rows and rows of square blocks, like the contemporary city shyscape.
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