OZ WAS IS N SHALL INSHALLAH
OZ WAS IS N SHALL INSHALLAH
Never start a battle
With an enemy but
Mercilessly unmask
To reveal your own face
Posted on May 24, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged Enemy, Identity, Illusion, Realisation, Struggle, Understanding. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
The Book Of Guff 
Reminds me of some dreams I’ve had. Fearing nothing as I reveal myself to some enemy…
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Sounds like a powerful and memorable dream there, Betty.
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It’s a reoccurring dream. I’m running from a monster or some other “bad guy”. Then I stop, turn around to face it and it always stops too, becomes vulnerable and loveable and we end up hugging. Guess it’s pretty symbolic on several levels….
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I’ve come across this (type of) dream before. It marks a great step forward in the journey toward regaining your birthright.
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Interesting. Recently I rewatched the old Joseph Campbell’s series and one of the myths he related was along that theme. I immediately recognized it. Yet I know that I still have a long journey ahead of me ..
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Perhaps we shall share/have shared a cup of tea together at some point. Meantime it’s one foot then the other, non?
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That’s certainly a possibility. ☺ And yes, one step at a time… trying not to trip.
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