Let Go and Let It Be..

Sometime a notion just drifts off to eternal slumber on its own, other times we try to manually induce the coma that suspends the animation of our thoughts in hopes of waking it in another season.  Other times it our own sleep and the dreams we dream while inside of our sleep where we sweetly euthanize even the most  deliciously, painful memories and they let go, never to look us up again, never to send us a postcard from their new port of call.  Dreams are revelation.  They, like feverish gardeners with their foot to the head of a shovel, can press into the dirt, overturning and breaking up years of clumped and compacted soil. Black soil churning,revelaing, some worm-filled, wet and sweet.  Some dry and void of any nutrients, just dirt that we choose to keep that never produces, just taking up precious real estate in our all-too-short lives.  I can almost taste on my tongue the dust of seasons past, the I have hoarded all winter in the confines of my cozy space, stale and recycled, swirling around my feet the way stray plastic bags bob and weave on the wind; with no purpose or direction, never wanting to be caught and thrown away.  My dust escapes through the screen as the breeze is inhaled and exhaled, in and out of my home...newborn thoughts and dreams fly in, squatters who have overstayed their welcome, drift out....the breeze drags familiar ones back in as I secretly hoped they would return only to be pressed back out and lost to time and space before I can get my fingers around them. Lazily skimming the pines, they ascend.  My dreams are mine, they reveal. They remind me that I love, that I have loved, and that I love that about me...Fly away, go to sleep, good night, sleep tight.  My dreams are mine again....