Yesterday I dreamt about cliffs.
I dreamt about rocky cliffs and forests.
Rocky cliffs and forests and ocean.
I was traveling, walking, exploring.
Climbing, descending, breathing and observing.
I was not alone.
I had my loved ones with me.
In my journey.
But I was me.
I was I.
On my feet.
On my path.
In my dream I took pictures.
I took pictures of what i saw, of what i felt.
The pictures were of green, grayish-black rocks and ocean mist.
The waves hit hard,
hit with no pain, but with life.
The forests breathed that pure mist,
so did my lungs.
I jumped and played amongst the rocks,
I was dreaming a dream.
I noticed a bear,
a white and black bear that lived beneath and between the rocks.
I went to him.
There were shouts of warning,
of fear.
But i went.
I jump and he came after me.
He placed his mouth in my back and kissed me.
I jumped and he came after me.
He placed his head beneath me and lifted me.
I turned around.
Stood still.
We gazed at each other and came close.
Our necks embraced each other.
We caressed each other.
I climbed and left him.
He is a part of me.
I am a part of him.
I dreamt of rocks, of forests, of ocean.
I dreamt of a heart.
I dreamt of life and spirit.
--Fía.
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