".....And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure partof the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind...."
What is it....I find myself bound by time and space....I see people, trees, plants, the sea, the sun, the moon, the stars....I see beggars and I see the rich...the ugly and the beautiful...at times I feel happy, at times i am sad.....How peculiar....how strange...How did I come to experience all this....I could be in a dream....
I noticed the other day..that is how dreams are....In my dreams, I find myself engrossed in situations...and never once wonder how I got there....what my past was..or what I would like my future to be....Dreams are reality sans the time dimension......Reality seems like frames from dreams woven together by time.....
But it must be what it must be
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".....Reality seems like frames from dreams woven together by time....."
ReplyDeletei really like that. it never made so much sense in kindergarten, but as i get older, this poem makes more and more sense.
"row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream."