I like the idea
of another source
of symbolic insight
for the waking mind
to grind as millable
grist. The universal
cosmic or human meaning
of the symbols of dreams,
though,
provides me with a
skeptical posture of pause.
I let my passive voice speak
no words in the face of these
serial assertions. The Sun as
something, Animals as somethings,
families as many somethings. Surely,
yes, there are a couple of somethings
here for many human people. Rather
than referring to the archetypal
dictionary,
though,
I might rather see
the person in front of me
unfold their mind in a way
most connected to their own
mind,
and the world as they
watch it with
wakeful eyes.