AND WHEN i dream
the world is more
alive than now
while i’m awake.
That i have dreamed
then i have lived
more than this
waking concept of ‘life.’
AND once i dreamed of
the source of all,
beyond my head
beyond my bed!
Soft, lit, travel-worn,
cognizant and bewildered
by all accounts: unborn
was & is my dreaming.
AND to dream is leaving
behind this world and
its flesh!
To return: weeping is.
Beware: to fall in love
with this other side
is to lose a part of one
the line erased by passion.
And those you love.
:: 12-28-2017 ::
