Maxims of the Hidden Poet

Did you really say that your dreams have nothing to do with reality? Your real problems begin when your reality has nothing to do with dreams.

Instead of trying to interpret dreams according to everyday assumptions, use dreams to interpret the confused messages of everyday life.

You have a poet hidden inside you. In dreams, your poet makes worlds. He is not hiding from you, you have been hiding from him. Let him walk with you in your world and your world will change. You will smell colors. You will hear voices in stones. You will find a universe in a flower. You will meet a goddess at a traffic light..

Coming events cast a shadow before them. You have felt this, some mornings, as you emerge from a dream you may or may not remember. The shadow of a mass event can fall like a mountain, over many. Most days the shadow is softer and more intimate.. As you rub sleep from your eyes, the shadow that falls over you may be cast by your roving dream self, returning to your time with a sun that has not yet risen in your world at its back.

Dreams can be the revenge of the imagination. In ordinary life our imagination may be bound to old stories and crushed by our efforts to fulfill schedules and fit in with other people's expectations. We may have lost the power to visualize anything beyond the surface world, and to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. We may have so lost contact with our Great Imagineer, our inner child, that we reject the magic of making things up.

Dreams can blow a hole in the hard carapace of our self-limiting assumptions through which the moreness of life comes shining through. That opening can be the portal to realms of true imagination where creators, shamans and mystics have always wanted to go.

Everything is waiting for you to wake up. You thought you were dreaming in your sleep, but while your body slept your soul was awake. Right now, as you go about your day, your soul is dozing. Wake up and dream.

Drawing: "Golden Path" by Robert Moss