I dreamed I wore a gown of silk
with a train of living butterflies
who hovered at their station however I moved.
I lowered myself down the castle wall
and ran free in the meadow,
trailed by my multicolored wake.
I dreamed I ran through the mountain
and met the mandarin who held in his ancient hands,
caged by curved nails, a jade sphere with gold
tassels. Its tassels began to lift and turn,
propeller-like, and we entered the sphere
and flew away.
A menacing dream arises; I run it backward,
enter, mold it to my inclination, make it sing.
Fearful daydreams the same--reworked until
they please me, dangers and dragons gone,
satisfying, they seed victorious outcomes.
The dream that is the past I revisit, redo, refurbish.
I become the prom queen, the cohort of the
fair fine boy. I bring to the present the new-won,
long-past prizes.
From the seat of being deep inside
is shaped with what will be. There materialize
the realities begun in dream or nightmare.
It is well to have a say.
Wave the wand of powerful beginnings
from your lazing bed.
Even there--soft, vulnerable--creation is yours.
Dream well, and arise to the possible future.
I dreamed I accessed the wisdom of the Universe
and wrote it down, line by line, to give to you.
In my dream you grew golden wings, and flew.
Ain't
I A Woman? ~ Cover Artist: Joanie Mitchell
Dreamstream ~From the Publishers ~ Public
Service
Voice of the Infinite in the
Small ~ Welfare Reform
Wild2K ~ Y2K
Citizen's Action Guide
Y2K Task Forces in Rural
Northern California
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