*This is an old dream I had:
He stands before me
I'm still not sure who or what he wants
I gesture with my hand in curiousity
He nods to explain.....
He is naked and exposed in spirit
Without a word he stands;
Eyes now closed as in a trance-like sleep;
Somnambulist - free of reality.
He has been wounded both mentally and physically
Every wound resembles holes deep in his flesh;
No blood - just deep dark holes.
Opening his eyes once more he points to a hole in his chest -
Close to his heart.
Afraid I had done some evil,
I quickly pull my hand back to my side.
He reaches into the hole,
Putting his hand deep into his abdomen.
Repulsed I feel he will stop his heart
As if to end all his suffering...
He hunches slightly forward and he winces
My God! He's going to die!
He stands straight up and slowly removes his hand from within -
And with it comes a beautiful healthy rose.
He speaks:
"For all the pain you caused me;
All the anger and strife -
You've remained close to my heart,
And a rose signifies my love for you..."
