Dreamwork

How luxurious this jewel

the eye of a flower

the flicker of a bird's wing

Listen to the deep where the lotus roots its material
in a mass of mud
below

Hear those voiceless words beaming
through the silence on the shores
of breath

My self

crowds out the mind

with a suit of space

that takes me to the door of my heart

There an old woman points me where to look in its cavern 

so deep

her speech

soft

as petals 

a dove's wing

constantly on the threshold of a dream

as if falling through space and exhaling last words

It is by dying that I live

so take me willingly, free and brave