Dreaming Archetypal

She rises from the river –
a culmination of my prayers
and tears, I suppose

Eyes glow with a ungodly hunger
Is she predator or night prowler
I wonder, frozen from fright

Disinterested in ego, ignoring
perfection, she multiplies
her energy frenetic

I try to harness her,
tame the primal, raw force
fear I cannot house her

But she is no one’s property
moves with fluidity, a shapeshifter
mythical in her stride

Like Eve, she is original sin
searching for deeper meaning
beyond this man-made paradise.

(Image and poem originated in a dream. Not sure I did the message justice but it begged delivery.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

50 thoughts on “Dreaming Archetypal”

  1. I have found the Pandemic has brought some very bizarre dreams to my nights. I found yours very interesting and the image is stunning! Literally capable of stunning a person.

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  2. Dreams are an interesting way to capture your thoughts, and you are the only see your vision, so I believe justice has been done by your intriguing words…

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