Our dreams are our own
reflecting bowls of life.
Playfully they shine with
the matter all about us.
Putting things in our view
that we may have otherwise
missed. Revealing things we
overlooked in the sunlight of day.
Mixing this thing with that,
in an order we would not have
chosen; nor expected. Lining
things up catawampus for sure.
The trick is not to judge or
rearrange them. But, to take
from them the messages of
the friend they truly are.
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