The dream (11.11.11)
In the warm desolate darkness of his presence I knelt down next to his frail body lying on the slightly elevated, reddish brown slab of rock. This was his death bed, layer upon layer of thin rock cradled his frame..everything was barren, the scenery mirrored his mood..
Although I couldn’t see the sky, I knew we were out in the wide open expanses of all eternity..even still I couldn’t see further then a short distance in front and all around us..here we were, in this holy place, the inception of all thought and existence..
No fire to be seen, some how from some where came a soft glow, it lingered and it encompassed us in this little cave like view that I had..we were not still, I felt us drifting and swaying in the blackness.
My head felt heavy, and my heart followed suit..my soul ached..I watched him writhe in complete agony but moving gently as if protecting himself as much as he could..his thin skin tightly hugged his frame, little fat was left on this being that once towered over most..his face was sunken in but his eyes glared out at me..gleaming in the ghost of firelight that came from somewhere, still unsure to me..
I bowed my head, my hair parted down the middle, black, heavy, thick as it dropped over most of my face comforting me for a moment..
He started to speak and my head lifted naturally following his voice. Soft and hoarse and rising from a deep and ancient place..his words came out..
“what is life without death..” he said and looked down as he always did when he reflected on what he just uttered..his eyes moved back up to mine. “and what is death with out life?”
All at once my vision became muddy, I took his hand to hold my focus..He dropped his weary head to the side, staring at me as the slightest smile spread over his face..my heart sat still as I watched him looking back at me in love..his hair once black like mine and even thicker laid sparsely on his head..
I held on, I wanted to hear his message more then anything..his breathing was shallow and although his chest was bare you could hardly see it moving up and down..the blurring started again and my alarm went off..
It’s morning..I’m in my bed.
I layed there coming back to this world, I have to get up for work, I have to get out of bed first though! My dream seemed so much more important, something pertaining to existence at its most pivotal point..there I was near death in the middle of the universe..and now I have to go to work..No wonder I love to sleep…
Farewell dear friend, until next time.. I hope I can return to that place and hear your wisdom once more.