Reflecting on samsara, dukkha, impermanence, maya, and a recent dream, I found myself writing this rather abstract poem.
Dreamscape
splinters of lightning split the dark
a billion thundering flashes
lifetimes come and gone
death has swallowed
how many times
with its gaping fine-toothed maw
a suck of water
a rush of loss
oblivion
don’t question me
i have no answers
but i sense a certain permanence
the shape of lost lives
enters into me
splitting my sleep
silhouettes flash in moments
five shiny black claws tear past my ribs
and i wake bleeding anguish
did i know that loss
those claws have taken something essential
why can’t i name the sobs
tissues harden around the tear
even the wound is blurred with doubt
by midday
though the memory is lost
the feeling remains
swirling in blood-mist
i know i am dead
i know i am living
i sense they are inseparable