Reflections on the subject…

Reflections on the subject of a recurring dream

You wrote how a native cat left paw prints

in the dust beneath your window,

of new insights gained about yearnings from years ago,

much like when a sudden light upon the land

transfigures the trivial into a beautiful thing.

Here at McMahons Point the fragrance of the jacarandas

exceeds our expectations,

and along the foreshore a flock of white ibis gathers,

indifferent to our presence, their black eyes glazed

as if they share a vision beyond our understanding.

In a recurring dream you found your cure for doubt,

a process anchored in the unconditional love from another,

where you believed personal faith trumped fear,

guiding those strong of heart who clashed by night

with the darkest of armies.

I look for daily inspiration during my walks along an old train track,

where a tunnel painted with graffiti has a formidable beauty of its own,

suggesting perhaps cave paintings from the Paleolithic,

four black bulls in motion like ancient aurochs,

the visual depth achieved both remarkable and yet primitive in form.

May your dreams continue to be marked by peace

rather than whispers as to what once might have been,

with the moth owl, so intimate with your bush-covered hills,

calling above the din of the crickets,

and summoning only the best of possibilities.

Dan Guenther