Sunday, November 2, 2008

Oh to Dream~

  ~Image by Mara Friedman

I think that there is a secret in every dream, a message tucked away in a metaphor, written in the esoteric language of soul, to yourself from yourself.  I think that dreams are mysterious blessings. And this morning, I remembered these words from Mary Oliver, and I couldn't help but share them. 
~ by Mary Oliver

All night
the dark buds of dreams

In the center
of every petal
is a letter,
and you imagine

if you could only remember
and string them all together
they would spell the answer.
It is a long night,

and not an easy one-
you have so many branches,
and there are diversions-
birds that come and go,

the black fox that lies down
to sleep beneath you,
the moon staring
with her bone-white eye.

Finally you have spent
all the energy you can
and you drag from the ground
the muddy skirt of your roots

and leap awake
with two or three syllables
like water in your mouth
and a sense

of loss-a memory
not yet of a word,
certainly not yet the answer-
only how it feels

when deep in the tree
all the locks click open,
and the fire surges through the woods,
and the blossoms blossom.


Chimera said...

Thanks for the poem. its lovely,
T x

Karen said...

What a lovely blog you have here!

I am always amazed by dreams. I keep meaning to begin a dream diary, but some how never find the time :)