It was like between sleep and awake.
I met him in a dream somewhere in the middle of my journey.
He was the light of consciousness.
His body was soul, his pure wisdom apparent in his face.
He praised me for a while, then scolded.The sign of Scorpio was to teach me a lesson
It set a table for me.
Essence is not nourished with food and sleep.
Do no one any harm in this world
where what you sow comes back up very quickly!
You try to accomplish things to win, to reach goals.
This isnot the true siutation. Put the whole world in ambition's stomach,
it'll never be enough. I assume I got everythingI wanted.
I assume I still have it now. What's the point? The next moment you die.
Friend, you showed me the youth I've lived is moving fast.I'd slept a drunken bluegreen sleep with no sense what morning I would wake inside.
I look at this past reflection in sleep
It is not human, and is it not imaginary
Face in my dream reflecting who one moment combined with my world,
and the next, passes through the boundary to the unseen.
The soul cannot find you because you are the soul's wings,
how it moves. Eyes that cannot see you
only think of you. Only dream of you.
Was it illusion? Or just me dreaming again?
posted by derek
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I met him in a dream somewhere in the middle of my journey.
He was the light of consciousness.
His body was soul, his pure wisdom apparent in his face.
I would love to meet such an illusion...one to be remembered even if as in a dream.
Beautiful Derek...
This was nicely done!
"Put the whole world in ambition's stomach, it'll never be enough."
We all need this dream from time to time.
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