The dream was the journey.
We walked on separate
rays of light,
each to our own path –
parallel so as not to collide.
As if underwater,
the assurance of our protection
was the soft space around us
and as we passed,
our recognition was transitory
but full.

This I knew to be my real life,
and each in kind, knew
the same, –
   a dream, not for dissolution,
   but to be transposed
   over time
   into wakefulness.

– Bhikshuni Weisbrot.


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