And through the night, we search
Our dreams tossing us to and fro,
giving us glimpses of our fractured psyches
Soothing us at one moment, terrifying us in the next,
Dropping us into a swirling landscape, alone, searching...
searching...
Our demons may rise to meet us
as we fly through space and time.
They may stop us and whisper quietly,
reminding us of our many names and faces;
They may scream and blast us
with a tempest of rain and fire,
terrified we will continue on our way.
But the river that lies beyond,
illuminated by the moon that shines round and full.
The river that is guarded by Mother Owl
and bordered by the webs of Grandmother Spider,
spinning the tale of truth for us all...
This is where the answers lie
And this is where our demons dare not follow
lest they see themselves as they truly are -
the broken fragments of a once whole self.
This river is where we become whole.
But can we make it there?
Do we even want to?
~ Alice
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