Image by Chris Saunders
Dreamt a lioness, with her mate.
Her mate so huge, exquisite,
calmly stalking near us,
suddenly on hind legs, assuring us
"I'm old, do not be afraid of me…"
So with his withered frame he limped
out of the dream
but I remembered him all day upon my waking.
pursued my faith, my determination.
Had I seen a symbol of strength?
Or an imprint of hesitation, like something
which has passed. Already passed.
Unsure, and tired from the day,
I settle into nighttime moon-watching,
searching the dimensions of my confusion,
or my gratitude,
unwilling to fall to weakness,
"Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness. And so to whatever degree any one of us, can bring back a small piece of the picture and contribute it to the building of the new paradigm, then we participate in the redemption of the human spirit, and that after all is what it's really all about."
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