Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit. I have been so fortunate. My family and I spent at least 15 beautiful summers on Oquaga Lake. The entire family got to go with me. I was employed as the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. As a result I have added another profession: That of a working poet. Scott’s is located in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains of New York state. There, I met the presence of a spirit. I call it the Oquaga Spirit. “In the mornings I’d stroll and the spirit would be afloat.” The spirit spoke in poetic verse. The verse was mostly in simple quatrains in triple meter. A square four or angular two has dominated business, music, dance and poetry. Get ready for a soothing new wave of triple meter. As the spirit states: Return ye to the waltzes of Vienna. Incidentally, I am currently playing the piano at the Sarasota Crab and Fin on St Armand’s Circle. See events on DSOworks.com. Come and listen to me outdoors and enjoy beautiful melodies of Strauss waltzes.
David Ohrenstein reads excerpts from the book “The Oquaga Spirit Speaks,” the voice of nature and the …
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- Jasper Johns was inspired to paint his first flag painting as a result of a dream.
- Aphex Twin wrote much of the music on his album Selected Ambient Works Volume II by going to sleep in the studio, and then recreating the sounds he heard in dreams as soon as he woke up.
- Robert Louis Stevenson came up with the plot of Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde during a dream.
- Paul McCartney discovered the tune for the song “Yesterday” in a dream and was inspired to write “Yellow Submarine” during hypnagogia.
- Mary Shelley‘s Frankenstein was inspired by a dream at Lord Byron‘s villa.
So What did the Oquaga Spirit Say About Sleep Therapy?
The spirit’s poem is from the “The Morning lake in July”. I sensed the spirit to be a female American Indian from the Lennie Lenope tribe. They, at one time. lived around the lake. Also, be sure to listen to the free youtube video above of me reciting some of this spirit’s wonderful poems.
The morning lake in July
Has no wrinkles or crinkles.
Its flat facade gently flows
Marked only by a few sprinkles.
Just like a youthful lad
Whose skin is smooth and healthy
Without a care and trouble free
As if he were quite wealthy.
But later in the day,
When the winds begin to blow,
And boats are out by the dozens,
It’s then that age will show.
The next morning with the rising Sun,
The lake is once more new.
Just like us, after a good night’s sleep
We dispel the feeling of blue.