A Dual Aspect of Life
A Dual Aspect of Life
“Son do you remember your dreams…”
The old man said,
Soft spoken sullen,
Reminiscence hard on his tongue,
A man whom few have seen...
“Some have sold their dreams
For the riches of this world it seems.”
Soft spoken,
Sullen still…
“As miles turn to miles
Strings like dreams intertwine
Hold fast the endlessness,
In moments of uncanny bliss
Where perception,
Understanding, coercion
Is not just glimpsed
But beckoned forth
Surmounting reality
Pinnacle these peaks
From which pristine landscapes unfold
Cloud specks though prevailing appear distant (harmless)…”
“Son,” he said to me,
With a smirk and gleam in eye
Ghastly lazy in his directness,
“Son, do you still remember your dreams?”
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