I have a dreamcatcher.
It hangs from my desk lamp;
Bright orange,
Trailing feathers,
A web.
A web of dreams.
A web made of many strands
Radiating outwards.
I am at the centre.
All my dreams
Begin and end
With me.
In my dreams
All things are possible.
Each strand leads to me,
Each strand runs from me,
Each strand is a thought.
That intersects
With other strands,
Other thoughts.
Just as my life
Touches other lives,
And other lives touch mine.
The geometry,
The perfect shaping, spacing,
The pattern,
Draw together and multiply
The integrity, the strength,
The meaning,
Relationships,
The few or many
Degrees of separation
Between each strand
Each thought
Each known thing
In my mind.
Whenever I’m stuck
I sit and stare at it
Hoping for a catch
And sooner or later
Something sticks.
The dreamcatcher is a gift
To me,
Inspired by a great King,
And I love them both.
[I thank you, Stephen Edwin.]

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