Posts tagged dream
There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.
Derrick Jensen, from A Language Older Than Words (Chelsea Green Publishing, 2000) (via apoetreflects)
I am dim and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often not. Life is a dream, surely.
Waking from this dream with a start, he felt himself surrounded by deep sadness. Devoid of value, it seemed to him, devoid of value and meaning was this life he’d been living; nothing that was alive, nothing in any way precious or worthy of keeping, had remained in his hands. Alone he stood, and empty, like a shipwrecked man upon the shore.
clears up reality
and dream alike.
Sunao Jisei, death poem, Zen monk (1887-1926)
Late at night, listening to the winter rain
Recalling my youth —
Was it only a dream? Was I really young once?
— Ryōkan (1758–1831), Zen poet