Encounters in dreams
happen where symbols speak.
We travel, riding a painted horse,
trotting along, entangled in the trunks and the roots of ancient trees.
Eager to know where we are,
we pray to God, "Show us all;
show us where the forest is!"
Listen close and listen well.
A dream will trickle through your head.
One night you will lie in bed,
your eyes wide open and awake,
and the stars will be cherries dropping from a branch.
On one such night you will wake
and perchance find the way.
happen where symbols speak.
We travel, riding a painted horse,
trotting along, entangled in the trunks and the roots of ancient trees.
Eager to know where we are,
we pray to God, "Show us all;
show us where the forest is!"
Listen close and listen well.
A dream will trickle through your head.
One night you will lie in bed,
your eyes wide open and awake,
and the stars will be cherries dropping from a branch.
On one such night you will wake
and perchance find the way.
Sushama Karnik (c)
Thanks for the image and inspiration, my friend Lucia Abonandi
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