To Sleep, Perchance To Dream (poem)
what survived the holocaust of
the bitter edged sword, its flailing sparks
upon the stone of US,
is drawing a last breath.
Seeking peace, I closed my drying eyes,
and fell into the netherworld of unreal things,
And you, with your lofty, oblivious loyalty,
bent to kiss my lonely lips,
And for that sharp moment all was as it had been
My brain uninformed, drowsy‑ reality a stone’s
throw away, but pale beside the stronger images of
Shrouded and sealed in that
“You’re all that’s left of my existence, for as long as you believe that you exist.”
That quote is from Byron Katie, “A Thousand Names for Joy”, Chapter 17. It’s a book I just bought today and am really enjoying.
neato mosquito. I’ll add that one to my quote widget.
No, no. I wasn’t trying to be cute. I was being too indirect. What’s really true is that from what I know of you so far, I think you might gain some value from reading the book. But I couldn’t do worse timing if I tried, given that right now you may be somewhat (to put it mildly) distracted.