The Dream

I was flying
and up

in the thick of the forest,
all around me

to the uppermost branches
and into the light

the vast
open sky
blue and vast

and I looked down
saw mountains and fields
the forest from which I had emerged
wondered how high I was

felt myself falling

all the way to the ground
where the old man asked:
are you blind again?



16 thoughts on “The Dream

  1. Oh, how I relate to this – I fly in dreams very often. I soar, dip, swoop, and drift – high above the earth – well, I never come down though. I think flying is our natural state of being and that “seeing” has nothing, whatsoever, to do with eyes. I like this poem very much. The question at the end is so significant for it comes only after you’ve landed. Blindness is earth bound.

  2. Love your dream and how you have put it in verse. So simple and yet deep – we get lost in the trees and lose the forest. What a grand reminder of the cosmic flight we are all on! Thank you for your presence, your words and absolute, undiluted sweetness, my beloved friend. *hugs**hugs**and then some more*

    1. What a blessing you are to me, sweet, sweet Krishnapriya, thank you…I thank the One for the miracle of our friendship every day!

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, dear Savvy, your words mean so much to me…blessings and sweetness to you! *smiling heart*

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