Monthly Archives: February 2011

Dreaming azure bird

I had a dream I was waiting at the bus stop, when a miraculous blue bird flew by. About the size of a crow and light blue, slightly iridescent. It came around and landed on my left shoulder, leaned in, and wrapped its azure  wings around my head, covered my eyes and held me there. People saw it and called out to each other, “Look!”. I stood still, safe behind those soft smooth feathers, for a long time. The bus came. I had to get on. The bird changed into a cat and I put it inside my coat.

I take it means I should disregard the World,  close the eyes and look within myself. What I find there I should take to heart and protect. The bird is my muse, the bus is the World, my coat is my heart.

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