when we go to sleep everyone in our past……………and our future line up to remind us of their contributions………………………or display their wares for sale………….

bits, pieces, flashes of the past are offered to re-examine what was missed and misinterpreted……………………..

as we sit staring out the window…………….many pass by wondering if we recognize them………….often we do……… the others return to the end of the line until next time….

the stronger ones persist and continue fighting their way back to the front of the line…………………some try to hide………….not ready to divulge their secrets…….wearing makeshift disguises hastily assembled…………….we see through them and and they offer excuses that come out twisted and garbled…….we smile and try to reassure them we are here for wisdom……not vengeance……….

i have been here before…………………….i have heard that voice and those songs….share with me the love i have missed………….the faces i have forgotten……insight into tomorrow……………the willingness to change….

the courage to separate the truth from the poison