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June 2008 
A Dream of terrible clarity
Posted on Dec 22nd, 2007
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Wabisabisatva
Wabisabisatva
A Dream of terrible clarity
tree deep trunk
rooted coarse wrinkled with time
waiting for the water to reach down
into the ground, into the soil
bodies waiting around the edge
lifeless and gagged, women gray, green, yellow
blue and putrid
silenced by time and again
waiting to be relieved
unable to move
stay still
the voices call
as the oceans waves dance
creation and destruction
they remain bound
in their empty wombs
hollow and unfed
muted by the roar of the currents
moving in on the shore
mother is gone
dead by the seaside
you will hear from her no more
she cannot speak
she cannot sing
she cannot cry
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death… going from hearing to feeling
can you tell me more about what you mean? alli
gladly.. this poem just reminded me of an experience I had this morning. A friend informed me his brother died. The line in the poem which says “stay still, voices call etc..” reminds me of what I told him.
As someone is here and now alive, we see them, hear them, touch them. After they die… we then “know them” we go from hearing their voice to feeling their presence/closeness to us.
That is one of the many little message that came to mind from the few lines of this poem.
helpful? :) (smiling)
thank you so much for that sharing. it means a great deal to me :)