Dreaming a Life Into Being

Dreaming a Life into Being
by Kathryn Preston
Perched like an apprentice owl
on a contemplative birch bench in a secret riverine alcove,
she closes her eyes, peering into the abyss within,
seeking an image, a symbol,
to guide her on her quest.

In her mind’s eye the purple mist conjures visions of a luminous swan,
gliding with self-possessed tranquility.
Recognizing her future-reflection,
she ponders the ugly-duckling,
buried fathoms deep and wills the wounded-one to surrender,
dissolve, unravel, that she may be resurrected, re-woven;
to die to identity and be re-born to eternity.

In the marsh-waters of the subconscious,
the winged-one navigates the labyrinth in primordial darkness,
as roots reach down-deep where soil is blackest,
to be nurtured by the soul-waters of life.
Our ‘Lady of the Lake’ purifies and prepares among the weeds, reeds, and grasses.
She is deep within the mystery:
nesting, incubating, silently gestating her destiny,
and dreaming a life into being.

by Kathryn Preston on Monday, January 25, 2010
© 2010 Kathryn Preston