Such a dismal scene!
Yet, I see this dream as positive.
In the dream…
I step out of my house and find the charred ruins of the city still smoldering, still smoking…
The overcast sky is made even darker by the smoke.
The war has ended. All the structures around me are blackened and broken.
I walk through the ruins to the main hotel in the center of the city.
It’s one of the few buildings left.
I knock at the door to one of the rooms. After repeated assurances on my part, I persuade three old, wise Latin gentlemen to come out.
My plan is to gather all the residents into the hotel ballroom and talk about what is to be done.
I realize dreams often exaggerate. Nonetheless, I shouldn’t trivialize this picture. Much destruction has occurred on an inner level. Change can feel like death.
But the war is over. This can be a time of rebirth. There’s some reliable old wisdom I can draw upon. Perhaps these three wise men can lead me to the new birth.
I’m marshalling the rest of my forces as well. I don’t have a plan yet, but I’m determined to create one.
At this point, I’m reminded of the haiku from the Japanese poet Masahide:
Since my house
burned down, I now own
a better view
of the rising moon
Perhaps all that destruction will help me see more clearly.
© 2011, Michael R. Patton
(The Masahide haiku was found in the excellent book Haiku Havest, translated by Peter Beilenson and Harry Behn.)