" The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,

they're in each other all along."

From Essential Rumi

by Coleman Barks


Thursday, September 26, 2013

Dreaming Reality


In the world I dream
houses are made of cards,
attics are full of light
and new sleek things;
confused spiders moved out 
onto the blue sky,
to meticulously waive their webs there,
day and night.

Up-side-down hangs the sun, 
like a big orange
in psychedelic evening sky;
for the amusement of public
spewing  to the ground
toxic rainbow
of misconceptions
and elaborate lies.

Words, like chameleons
what they will never be, pretend
changing colours and shades:
Freedom wears chains of slaves
white is black, hate means love,
and Mars is raging mad
for he loves peace 
more than life.

Invisible elephants
crowding living-rooms
snuggling on sofas,
eating plastic popcorn 
mesmerized, watching soap on TV
- an integral bliss
of unconscious life
of a happy family.

* * *
Late at night, when I discard
this heavy cloak of insanity,
reading old books with real in them words
I travel, daydreaming, to such a world,
as once I was told, exists:
Where love means love,
truth is true,
and peace brings peace.




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