Each day I fall to pieces

Each day I fall into pieces;
Sometimes just one or two..
I gaze  upon them gently;
Wonder what to do.Whilst I’m fast asleep
My dreamer guide will come;
And in a few short hours
I will again be one.

Sometimes  dreams are frightening
Sometimes beautiful.
Sometimes they  are warm with  love;
Sometimes  I dream of Hull.

If whilst I am  still awake,
I have acknowledged hate
The dreams  that night seem full of joy.
And then I meditate.

When we feel our badness
And open our soul up.
Along may come some angel
With a loving cup.

When we feel superior
And others are despised
We get dreams  of torment
Till we become more wise.

Dreams are our souls’ language.
Symbols convey the real.
We enact these dramas
To show us how to feel.

Inside us there is wisdom.
Inside us there is joy.
But we  need humility
To show us where to go.