This is Ilbe, Office of Unclaimed Property, Hopes and Wishes. He retrieves and safeguards our forgotten dreams. I imagine him in his cubby with long lost hopes and wishes, neatly parcelled and labelled with the owner's name. His storage space is not infinite and he every so often he checks the dates on the parcels, tutting and shaking his head as he moves along the shelves. Ilbe wants us to know that our dreams are within reach but will need a little more work. We may think we are not ready for this or we might have given up hope altogether. This is when Ilbe becomes impatient issuing reminders, in the form of events and happenstances, that what we thought we had lost can now be retrieved.
I will never ask you
to bring me precious gifts
but I will ask you
to become worthy of receiving gifts
I wonder, if in meditation we can retrieve those bits of ourselves that have been lost or if we can come to the realization that those bits don't really matter?
ReplyDeleteI suppose it might help us to sort dreams of the highest order from sundry bits and bobs. If I could collect only one parcel it would be the one with crashing waves inside...
DeleteI can't think of what my dream is, or was. I'll grow impatient with this state of affairs, rattle the box a few times to reassure myself that what is once contained no longer is sought.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if we outgrow some dreams and grow into others?
ReplyDeleteabsolutely. I wanted to be a drummer in a rock band. I wanted to paint merry go round horses, and Victorian 'painted lady' houses. I wanted to see the Egypt of my studies. I've dreamed of being thin. I have been thin and still see myself as not thin. Who knows what tomorrows want will be?
DeleteI suppose some of the best dreams are the ones we didn't know we had but came true anyway. My granny used to say sometimes nice things happen when you're not expecting them to...
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