In My Dream

by | Oct 21, 2016

In my dream I walked in low flat landscapes,
Crossing the nearly treeless fiends alone.
Past dense greening corn and hedges on the pathways edge,
Through every aspect of every field I tramped.
Never did I thirst or fall exhausted.
My presence was strong as in younger days,
Not once have I dreamed myself as old.
Could dreams be cousins to the soul?
If so, this body that rises slowly from a chair,
These naked feet that totter along the night paths,
Can be not so beholden to dreams
But free to walk the soul’s garden
And there to dance a dance of stillness
Unchanged since before the beginning.
Being conscious of neither youth or age but of light
Unchanged since before the beginning.

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