By Bernardo Reyes (25 feb. 2011)
Thoughts are like children who are quiet when the dream is lurking.
Someone call the bed out there playing hide and seek with the vigil. Perhaps
bubbling with vague memories. Anything to deny the return that night. Prophetic Voices
say that everything is illusion, maya Indian.
can be and can not be. Because the void where it has nested tenderness, or the echo of the bodies to enjoy trailers, is evident.
But above all is the dream, where the neglect and abandonment leaves step otherness.
slyly Carl Jung said in an interview that he had not forgotten that the unconscious can never be aware, but we strive to do this, and make our lives a perpetual exercise trying to rationalize what is not rational.
quiets the mind in a fleeting moment.
sanity disappears, and the only empty room is a vulture trying to eat the rotten cherry death.
* Image taken from "The Red Book" by Carl Jung.
Click here to see references to Jung's death.
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