Mikey – I do not know how good you are at ‘being’ the dream image, because you certainly have got the idea of what the dream means, but I get the feeling that you lack the certainty the dream offers you if you became the compass.
The compass, what an amazing image your dream creator chose, it is an image stamped into our collective memory for centuries as humans struggled against enormous odds to find their way across unknown areas. So it sounds like you too are struggling to find your way across the huge unknown we all face.
But I feel there might be a slight Native American influence in your compass also. They call it the Sacred Circle.
In the circle
Beginning and End
Are forever together.
The beginning is an end,
And the end a beginning.
Everywhere is darkness and cold.
Everywhere is light and joy.
That is life as we
Walk the Sacred Circle.
And the circle we walk,
The Black Road,
The Rough Track of Trials,
Joins the Path of White,
As Winter joins Spring.
And that Is the Circle —
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
Birth, youth, maturity, death.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise.
World upon world
Dancing the Sacred Circle,
And we dance
Life to Death,
Death to Life
In the Great Circle –
All spinning
From the emptiness
Of the Centre.
But here is another one that maybe fits your present condtion – I hope.
The Book of Life
It is so frustrating,
To only ever see the part,
The piece, the moment.
I so long to see the whole,
Not just this moment,
Today, here, now.
I am a pen in the
Hand of Life.
I look to see
The scrawl I am making,
And find a senseless mark,
A shape I do not understand.
But as the line goes on
I look and see
A word appearing.
And standing further back,
I see the word within a sentence;
The sentence in a paragraph.
And then, a wonder.
The paragraph is a statement
In a chapter.
And the chapter takes its place
In my Book of Life.
Tony