battles

Last night I dreamt my teachers were battling
for my mind and soul. My old PhD advisor was there, a
persuasive old beast of a man looking for me in only
one direction. On the other side of my heart was
a woman shaman who looked everywhere for me.
I heard her calling again and again but I was afraid.

I was afraid. I thought they were both trying to kill me.
I began building an elaborate self defense made of found wood,
a rickety fortress in which to hide. And then I awoke.

I looked around my bedroom. I got up to use the loo; I
took a few deep breaths. Then I thought
about my two earth teachers. A spirit teacher and a mind
teacher battling for something I thought might die
in the wake of their battle. I found myself still alive,
I don’t know if the battle is over or not. I am still alive.