brainbleach needed...

[gayathri]

Because my brain hurts from yet another dark and horrid poem from poets.org - you tell me why modern american poets are depressing and apparently know my dreams? Because beyond its false advertisement in the title, "this is a wonderful poem"
is almost exactly a recurring nightmare I have where nothing I do ends up with a happy ending for me, whether its walking past it, running away, attacking it...

In an attempt to exorcise this brainbleachworthy vision out of my head, I looked up Hafiz: 

At This Party

I don't want to be the only one here
Telling all the secrets -

Filling up all the bowls at this party,
Taking all the laughs.

I would like you
To start putting things on the table
That can also feed the soul
The way I do.

That way
We can invite

A hell of a lot more
Friends.

From: http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/Hafiz.html

lil_brown_bat: "Buttering the Sky" made me think of you. :) 

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[gayathri.livejournal.com]

leading it back to the recurring nightmare - "success" would be defined by getting past the thing, and not dying. In my recurring dream, there was never any success there, every choice still led to my falling off a cliff and dying. The poem brought up that nightmare very vividly.... so I'm reading a lot of the recurring dream in that poem.

The other thing is that I'm a pretty stubborn girl - a challenge like, "what are you going to do about it" makes me say, "I dont want to play YOUR game!Pbbth!" I never did dares, or handled challenges from others well.