As My Life is a Dream

I painted a phoenix in bright colors cut it in nine pieces and cooked it in a pot at the mountaintop. I stirred it as if cranking reels of a movie. Unraveled were a series of faces in mosaic. Kurosawa appeared. He asked me what my story was about. Tongue-tied, I could not answer. He handed me a token with a silvery eagle engraved, ready to fly. How real I thought everything was in my dream! In my waking hour, I see the remnant of the war between my head and heart. Now in cease-fire, my chest is filled with the fresh breeze of serenity. I begin to breathe gently as my story is unraveled like in a movie. No longer haunted, my love of God soars as I see my guardian angel smile in the clear blue sky, transforming to one gigantic phoenix. My wandering in the wilderness of the mind has taught me a little wisdom. I believe my dreams are real as my life is a dream.