Thursday, July 12, 2012

Dreaming each other's lives, across time

Over much of my life, I have seen - in waking dreams and dreams that awaken - an ancient man whose eyes are closed in meditation. He is of the East, but of the Near East rather than the Far East. He is not a yogi, or a lama. He may be a priest-king.
     I know he is dreaming my life. I wonder what will happen if he opens his eyes.
    Then I realize that, as I look at him, my eyes are also closed.


Odilon Redon, "The Silver Tiara" (1911)

1 comment:

Portia said...

I hope you don't mind that I wrote a poem based on this story. Here's the link: http://portiainn.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/the-priest-king/