12th day
dreamtime
SWIM
SWIM IN YOUR DREAM AS FAR AS
YOU CAN UNTIL YOU FIND AN
ISLAND. TELL US RESULTS.
On Wed 08 Oct 2008,
in Events & Exhibitions News,
by Yoko Ono
12th day
dreamtime
SWIM
SWIM IN YOUR DREAM AS FAR AS
YOU CAN UNTIL YOU FIND AN
ISLAND. TELL US RESULTS.
I’m still dreaming and I’m still swimming…I hope I find my island…
I found my shangri-la and I never had to swim far. This is always the place I go to in my mind when I need to deal with stress and relax. I have never found an island quite like this (more the pity even though I live on a big island). Deserted, pure white sand, palm trees, coconuts, blue water, deserted, lots of shade, and an empty shack with my name on the door which is filled with books, music of all kinds and paper and pens. And chocolate (not sure how). I’m never lonely even though I am alone. I hope I find it one day but until then its as clear as anything in my relaxed state. Crystal clear.
The island is a reststop, then I continue, until I find my Utopia of peace, with an infinite amount of likeminded entities.
I wish I could really swim like I’m doing in this dream — and that Ocean waters were really this warm and comfortable — especially where this dream’s supposed to be.
I’m in no hurry to find an island under these circumstances, but there’s a shoreline behind me.
Nice dream — someone’s playing music now!
happy birthday to john,
happy birthday to john,
happy birthday dear john lennon,
happy birthday to you.
and,let’s dance.
i reach nutopia. i declare my citizenship there again, and others follow! everybody can become a citizen of nutopia, and the world will become a world of peace! just like war is over, if you want it!
“you may say im a dreamer, but im not the only one! i hope some day you will join us, and the world will live as one!”
I continue to swim in the memory and melody of John. I am my island, join us in song and spirit.
Listen to REMEMBER YOU in tribute to John Lennon @ http://www.Rememberjohn.net or
http://www.rememberyou.org
I would collapse in exhaustion onto the island.
Completely drained of strength from swimming so long to find it.
It is an island of hope and contentment.
And the happiness that fills my heart as I gain back everything I lost while trying to find it.
The water is an ocean of bathwater, warm and without sharks (why do I fear them so when I live in WI?) I swim and sometimes I float on my back when I need resting. Then it happens. I see an Island. I see a person on the beach. It is a man. He is scruffy and yet looks so ruggedly handsome. He holds out a hand and helps me up to my feet. There is an instant attraction, and I press my body up against his and he grabs my head and savagely kisses me. Then we go to Lilly’s life’s shack and spend lots of time there with the chocolate and “togetherness”, oh ho ho, I am a naughty!
On a serious note…
Yoko, thanks for keeping Johns memory alive. I will be praying for peace tomorrow with you.
Happy Birthday John. The world is better because of you, thank you for sharing your talent with us all. You are ever in my prayers, I hope I am in yours.
Jamie
Hi Yoko,
These Little Kids Think Coltrane Is Cool – WSJ.com
I did swim my dream and wound up in this beautiful place working with my students on projects connected to peace. I know this story by reporter Nat Hentoff in the Wall Street Journal will make you smile. My students are now called the Kids for Coltrane and this article is about them. We invite you to be part of our projects. Your husband John was always a light in my life. As I have gotten to know the life and music of John Coltrane, I am certain that both gentlemen would have valued each others dreams. If you are interested in helping the Kids for Coltrane keep imagination alive in schools and help foster peace on earth, please email me. It would be incredible if they could meet you too!!!!.
With much respect for all that you do,
Christine Passarella
NYC School Teacher
illuminata4@aol.com
The island I swan to was full of flys. The sweet smell of perfume was heavy in the air.
I found out that the flys were the decendants of the perfumed flies that Yoko had perfumed and released in the 1960s. Some of them had stayed together from the start, and flew as a group around the world many times, stopping here and there. They finally found this small, beautiful secret island and had lived there together for many years.
They had evolved so that their scent now changes to refelect their mood.
Some families of flies had evolved their their own family scent. Sometimes this brought about petty squabbles as to which clan smelled best. I told them they should appreciate the beauty of their island and each other instead of bickering over trivial things.
I told them that if the woman who had released them knew of their mind games, she would tell them to cut it out.
They did so and all lived happily ever after.
Dreamtime is a strange place,
for one,
time does not play a part,
for another,
you can go anywhere,
and be what ever you want.
Well,
i’ve been swimming for years,
and recently,
i did arrive to an Island.
The magic Island if Ibiza.
The results are up to myself,
but
I do wish myself,
a pleasant and joyful,
journey.
I wish everyone the best results
samm:)x