My Clothes Lie Folded for
the Journey
Dreamed some rain so I could
sleep.
Dreamed the wind
left-handed
so I could part its mane and enter
the dance that carries the living, the dead, and the unborn
in one momentum through the trillion gate.
so I could part its mane and enter
the dance that carries the living, the dead, and the unborn
in one momentum through the trillion gate.
Dreamed a man and
woman
in different attitudes of meeting and parting
in different attitudes of meeting and parting
so I could tell the
time,
the periods of the sun,
and which face my heart showed,
and which is displayed to a hidden fold.
the periods of the sun,
and which face my heart showed,
and which is displayed to a hidden fold.
Dreamed the world an open
book of traces
anyone could read who knew the language of traces.
anyone could read who knew the language of traces.
Dreamed the world is a
book. And any page
you pause at finds you
where you breathe now,
you pause at finds you
where you breathe now,
and you can read the
open
secret of who you are. As you read,
secret of who you are. As you read,
and other pages go on
turning, falling
through the page before you, the sound of them the waves
of the waters you walk beside
in your other dreams of the world
as story, world as song, world
you dreamed you were not dreaming.
through the page before you, the sound of them the waves
of the waters you walk beside
in your other dreams of the world
as story, world as song, world
you dreamed you were not dreaming.
Dreamed my father reading
out loud to me,
my mother sewing beside me, singing
a counting song,
my mother sewing beside me, singing
a counting song,
so I wouldn't be afraid to
turn
from known lights toward the ancestor of light.
from known lights toward the ancestor of light.
~ Li-Young Lee
~
(Behind My
Eyes)
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