Songs of Dreams

by SackJo22

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This sensing vessel longs to be seen among the shadows I hide behind Take it in let it out Take it in let it out Breathe Take it in let it out Take it in let it out Drive is a speedboat Drive is desire Drive is my heart holding the fire The dream starts and the dream stops Moments by moments distant and dreamy faded from mem’ry trapped in my body Breathe Take it in let it out Take it in let it out Instincts in the wake lead the way purpose emerging from the water Dream starts and dream stops Until I feel ya’ I’m tied up in knots inside Breathe Take it in let it out Take it in let it out Water in sunlight water in shade crystal clear blue deep dream starts and dream stops just breathe I just want to feel you Breathe Dream starts and dream stops Dream starts and dream stops Take it in let it out Take it in let it out
Spring ahead but don’t leave me behind as I fall back, it seems to be time reset clocks and reframe thoughts discern what may be right or may be fraught with concern and burdened with care mixed disappointment and mixed with pride a season of change as day’s light becomes thin and the reach of night lengthens again. Is it a song? Is it a dream? Is it an intricate harmony? It’s waiting. It’s wanting. The phantom of longing. It’s the love between you and me. Summer left us dry and used left the earth hard and broken Still late season perennials bloom prove new growth always harkens promise of relationship promise of love promise to challenge what is true turning back to what’s unspoken the love between me and you So turn the clock, turn the tide as arms of eons extend through night cradling what you aspire finger snap starting desire’s fire daylight shortens illumination’s reach deeper nights bring deeper dreams.
the eye of the owl is wise the moon watching where the shadows hide day and night peace and strife life and alive! She is the song the lullaby the secret shared in twilight the warning screech to hunter’s descent the watchful breath of the observant the eye of the owl is open at night keeper of secrets singer of souls listen to the wisdom her song hold the eye of the owl is open at night
breathe the sun arms of light reach heaven night watches dreams the universe listens
Choices may change but our hearts remain the same suspended Between the future’s glimmering, shining, blinding hope and the past’s opportunities missed - those lingering shadows that influence. We no longer assume. We no longer surmise. It takes so much more to be surprised so that when delight is ignited it is an event held dear. Choices may change but our hearts remain the same caught in the frequencies of memory rumbling, stumbling, crashing through invited and uninvited a song stuck in my head, repeating the tune inextricable a lingering melody that persists until another melody displaces it. Choices may change, but our hearts remain the same comforted by the familiarity of temperament despite the alterations of time. So that recognition is instant in history and love that lingers indefinitely in the body’s deepest cavities. We no longer assume. We no longer surmise. It take so much more to be surprised. Choices may change, but our hearts remain the same.
The Creative Nature Beginning Youthful Folly Waiting Conflict The Army Holding Together Small Accumulating Conduct Peace Stagnation Fellowship Possession in Great Measure Modesty Enthusiasm Following Correcting What Has Been Spoiled Approach Seeing Biting Through Grace Splitting Apart Return Innocence Potential Energy Nourishing Critical Mass The Abyss The Clinging Fire Influence Duration Retreat The Power of the Great Progress Darkening of the Light Family Polarising Opposition Obstruction Untangled Decrease Increase Resolute Meeting Gathering Together Ascend Oppression The Well Revolution Holding Arousing Thunder Shock Keep Still Development The Marrying Maiden Abundance Wander The Penetrating Wind Open Disperse Limitation Moderation Articulation Inner Truth Small Surpassing After Completion Before Completion
As critical mass weighs heavy, I am reminded that hope is cupped in an illuminated hand. The garden smells of jasmine. The dog smells of rosemary. My guitar smells of warm wood. I am trying to find peace in the face of fear. The world is shaking, trembling with acceleration. Urgency — it has become the song of the nation. I hear the crickets and traffic and power… I hear the forceful flight of the helicopter. Urgency. I have also been shown that cacophony will turn into harmony even when faced with immutable forces — the mountain the traffic the desire to dream… Urgency. Being stopped is not stillness. Retreat. Breathe.
It’s battered but things still grow I see blossoms sneaking out of the shadows I see our spirits sinking as the water’s getting low still there’s growth in the garden You say you’re trying to be true to what you see Well come on baby — take a look at me! I’m trying to be true as true as I can be I just need you to believe in me Concentrate! it’s an auspicious day what’s been lost is just an offering the wind is soft the moon is sweet here is decay nourishing peace there’s growth in the garden growth in the garden Despite the drought,despite the need there are butterflies and birds and bees there are fruits and buds and hope and seeds and there’s always a little bit of crap to clean there’s growth in the garden growth in the garden
Are your ready? Are you ready baby? I saw the signs before I knew what they mean fires and storms — dead birds in the street towers falling and shining stars telling me how we were — showing me how we are filled with promise, filled with fear this has got to be one of the hardest years changes profound in the world and in our home releasing restless spirits that venture forth to roam into realms of fancy — into dreamy caves turning into normal what once felt strange Are you ready to know ready to see ready to let go ready to love me Are you ready to show up ready to man up ready to let me beat you way up I’ll give you my heart I’ll give you my soul You will be the man if you make me feel whole Ready to be kind Be kind to me I’ll try to open my mind so my heart will be ready Are you ready? Are you ready baby? Progress perspective possibility filter through like dust shook from memory visible in light ephemeral as sound while rusted chains emerge from roots that serve to link and ground Run along the road dark dreamy freeways turning into normal what once felt strange can we cross the threshold what truth can we obtain turning into normal what once felt strange
Looking for the bright side of this long cold night, as the stars shine bright, like the light in your eyes. Sitting in the darkness even though it’s uncomfortable, waiting for you to show me how it’s all so simple. I’m waiting. I’m waiting. I’m waiting to feel what I know. It’s that time of year. There’s stillness everywhere. You know it’s there, even though you don’t see it — the flow that’s under the ice that shimmers with all the promise of the love that binds us. I’m waiting. I’m waiting. I’m waiting to feel what I know. Limitless reach of light — sun and moon and memory — the dream that binds lovers tight through time and space and history. I’m waiting. Facing what’s been lost while hope glitters and it gleams. Sipping sacraments of love, sweet while they sting. Wishing you were here with me as bells of salvation ring. Letting go of what was then to welcome what the new year brings. I’m waiting. I’m waiting. I’m waiting to feel what I know. Limitless reach of light the dream that binds lovers tight
I dreamt I was a butterfly dreaming I was me I flew up to the mirror, there was nothing there to see. You lie! I cried. The butterfly woke and I died. I dreamt I went to heaven and picked a strange and beautiful Rose And when I awoke I had a rose in my hand What will you tell me now? I saw the world in a Grain of Sand and Heaven in a Wild Flower, I held Infinity in the palm of my hand and eternity in an hour


Guided by the voice of SackJo22, 'Songs of Dreams' is an evocative collection of song and soundscape. Sometimes speaking, sometimes singing, sometimes bold, sometimes gentle, the songs are meditative, reflective, imperative. Composed using source material freely shared on, with tracks produced by SackJo22 and others, 'Songs of Dreams' starts with a jazz track, ends with a house track, and includes some experimental ambient chill, a touch of tribal, and a bit of singer-songwriter pop in between. Infused with vocal harmonies and featuring the inimitable guitar stylings of Haskel Joseph throughout, SackJo22’s poetic lyrics encourage the listener to embody their experience in support of healing and transformation.

Each of these songs was inspired by dreams. Dreams that were dreamed. Dreams that were seen. Waking dreams.Shadow dreams. Individual dreams. Collective dreams.

The deeper knowing we need for decision making is available to us at all times. It exists in our being. When we do not know, or when we cannot know, we get assistance through our dreams and other unconscious material that pops into our awareness. Whether moving through the surreal landscape of the dream, or experiencing the world as if it is the dream, each image, color, sensation, or feeling that we notice is a clue to our deepest processes as they are imbued with meaning. Dreams and the realm of the unconscious have their own language. When understood, It is a language that that resonates with revelation and inspiration.


released October 28, 2018

Featured Artists: Haskel, Jeris, Copperhead, CDK, Calling Sister Midnight, AT, Porch Cat, Abstract Audio, BWD Chorus, Rocavaco, Urmymuse, Ass Over Tea Kettle, Darkroom, Analog by Nature

Produced by SackJo22 & ccMixter
Copyright: SackJo22 & ccMixter
Publishing: ArtisTech Media
Mastered by Kara Square


I am truly thankful and appreciative of the musicians and artists who generously contributed their talents to this endeavor. I am also infinitely grateful to the collaborators, teachers, and helpers who generously guided me through the realm of the unconscious which is rich with significance.

Deep gratitude to those who have taught, inspired and supported me in my music and my dreams. Etja Stettin opened the door to the dream world and escorted me in. Angela Grillo’s deep love went there with me. Lauren Schneider helped me make more space in my life for the dreams to come into it. Emily Richards’ loving, supportive energy and friendship is soul food. I will always be grateful to Victor Stone for introducing me to which was a life-changing shidduch. Spinmeister is dear, as his encouragement was a light for me to follow. Copperhead, Timberman, and Abstract Audio patiently provided much appreciated musical advice, direction, mentoring. Many, many thanks to my friends and collaborators at who make ccMIxter the warmest musical home-base in the world. Kara Square deserves a special shout out for the final mastering, massaging and shepherding of this project out the door.

None of this would have been possible without the unfailing support of my family: Haskel, Tamara and Simone. My love for you is deeper than my dreams.

Thank you for dreaming with us.

Sackjo22 is Susan Ackerman Joseph.
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