Maybe even as we
are made to know little of our dreams, they most certainly know us. All through
the day they go where we go, move as we move, and are privy to our innermost
thoughts. Over time, as we are constantly dreaming – sometimes with open eyes
and sometimes with eyes closed – we become as dreams ourselves, vanishing as if
dust into a mounting wind, leaving behind no trail. Where can we go to find ourselves
again? Such things cannot be easily spoken of.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
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Astonishing. I love that our dreams know us and follow us.
ReplyDeleteI think I was steeped in Ullmann when I wrote this one….
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