The Crack in the Dream; ca 1970

Am I on time?
These roots are dark and sleepy stretching....
Who am I?
Am I on time?
Will I know in time?

I dreampt I was on top of some high place, in a house
Or an attic in a tall apartment
In a tower with high straight sides
Solid and hard

Suddenly everything disappeared
BOOM

There was no form
Just vision
Consciousness

And I was free, like a mind loose in space
Free
Alone

Suspended

Then, I just sort of slipped under
Saying my God my God

And something opened like a flood and struck me hard
Like a bolt of lightening that pins you
I woke up shaking in bed
It was a feelingknowing
The eternal hovered close in the netherworld
And it stored itself right down in my belly


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