The richness of my world of dreams
is more magnetic than it seems,
expressly to my waking self,
who often wonders why on earth
specific symbols have the worth
assigned by my own Higher Self
to illustrate a certain scene….
I wake up wondering, “What does that mean?
And why, today, do I need to know
the message that You chose to show?”
It’s best for me to be at peace
no matter if my dreams increase
the mysteries of humankind.
I understand that what I’m told
is not by mortal thought controlled
and often foils the human mind
since Spirit speaks in paradox.
What I perceive as intangible locks
on understanding my nighttime voice
were put in place through prior choice.
The language of nocturnal Light
(expressed to warn or to delight)
can illustrate through secret code
the wisdom of the Sage within
who weighs the debt of what has been
against the worth of what I’m owed,
then shows me what She clearly knows.
I wake refreshed when advice She bestows
arrives in images crystal clear,
affirming I should have no fear.
And on those morns when I can’t solve
elusive puzzles, which dissolve
the moment that my cell’s alarm
reminds me what I have to do,
I’ve faith that She will send a clue
through feelings that, my thoughts, disarm,
so Higher Self can take control.
Whenever I am unsure of my role,
then nighttide visions attract the key,
unlocking all I’m meant to be.