I recently came across this amazing poem written by Robert Moss. I know him as The Dream Guy because his books are teaching me to access the guidance delivered through my nighttime dreams. He apparently wrote the words I’ve copied below about a dream of his own. It illustrates perfectly what I’m seeing lately in Reiki sessions and in my own life.
We’re in a tremendous transition period. As the outside world shifts and changes, we’re being called to do the same on an internal level. Clinging to outdated coping mechanisms and limiting beliefs causes great suffering. The universe is encouraging all of us to examine our choices (thoughts, words, and actions) and evaluate which are serving our highest good, which need to be tuned up or repaired, and which need to be let go of entirely.
It’s a process that requires dedication, clarity, motivation, and resilience. We must simply choose again and again to follow the soul’s guidance rather than moving toward what’s convenient, conventional, or comfortable. Sometimes they overlap, but not always. Sometimes our loved ones cheer us on from the sidelines and other times they’d prefer that we didn’t rock the boat.
I just love how the poem expresses the journey of transformation with such vivid imagery. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Robert Moss, The Man with a Corpse on His Back
When you die to the old life
you must bury it well
or you’ll stumble on
with the corpse of your old self
strapped to your back.
Bury it well and do your grieving.
Set right what can be set right
with those you hurt
and those who hurt you.
Give up the souls you’ve stolen.
Reclaim what was stolen from you.
Then walk on and don’t look back.
Others will dig up your corpse.
Not only enemies and abandoned lovers
but your very best friends.
They’ll exhume your bag of bones
and lash it to your shoulders
to prove you haven’t changed.
You’ll be dragged, down and back.
You’ll need a second wake,
a second burial.
The grave-robbers will come for you
again and again
to chain you to your dead self
until you are changed so utterly
you can only be seen
by those who have changed their eyes.
You’ll vanish into the sunlit spaces
where those who cling
to the ghost of what you were
can’t find you anymore.