On the fourth day of the second month, I wrote this to her...
You said to me
stand on the bridge between sleeping and awakening
the moment between twilight and night when one can remember what the eyes saw but can no longer see it...
when the outer world's light is gone and the other senses become bright.
Touch it, you said, in total darkness
and you will see all of the light inside.
And I said, that is the way, and it is a way to make love, that's what we should do.
And you laughed and said
yes, but first you must awaken the dream, you must touch it inside and let the light grow inside
then let it spread out
then we can do what we should do.
On the 10th day of the second month, she wrote this to me...
Tearing
Twisting
Tumbling
Rolling
Ripping
Riding
Searing
Seething
Spent
We are not dead
We are not awake
We are open.
