DREAM IS A REAL WOMAN (图)

DREAM IS A REAL WOMAN If I dreamt of you waving to the departing seagulls disappearing into rolling clouds, does it mean the world is a gift I was given on the day you and your love had ventured into the unknown night hand in hand, saying “He will bring light to our saddened days?” Or if I dreamt of blood coming out of Tara’s pure scented utpala, soaking the backseat with blazing flames of mother-love, does that mean the Mind was born Here, not There? Or does it mean Love can only appear at the end of Blood? I tread the soft silk flowers made by women who keep me awake and informed day and night when I am in need of water. The sun is beaming with different colors of milk. I recite: Dream is a real woman through her resume of perfections, a secret hanging at her elongated earlobe, saying, “I am here. I am here!” :: z.z. 11/21/05 [art by mark rothko]