Unleashing the Frozen Spirit
Healing Dream Images
I came upon
The staircase
To heaven
A-lined
With the skull-ful
Remains of the
Dying
I took the old, creaky way
To the circular ascent
Arriving at the precipice
Worn weary and uncertain of my claim
I touched the glass pane
Holding the image
Frozen since childhood
Eyes locked open within
I begged and pleaded to no avail
Until a Woolly Mammoth
Heard my appeal
“Dig you idiot. The food you seek is underneath.”
I stooped down and upon
the surface knelt
Bread from Heaven
Manna for the soul
And I had tread upon thee
Only to be rescued by that which is extinct.
Staring at our old reflections. Eyes locked wide open, we do not even see where we stand any more. We are adults, powerful creators, not the little children of long ago.
In the poem, I am staring at a pane containing a child, frozen.
The woolly mammoth in this poem, had to point out the way to me. Our soul, in my mind, is eternal. I needed to dig past my current projections, to realize I was no longer locked inside myself. I could express and live. I was not on the path of the dying, in fact I was standing on a path of manna, bread from heaven, food for my soul.
This is so profound. You should really write a book with your poems and musings. Fantastic!
Nell, thank you so very much! YOu ahve no idea what that means to me.
I hope to do it some day!
I agree! A book of your poems and drawings would be a wonderful thing!
oh, thank you! You are the best!