Monday, September 5, 2016

Climbing the Great Wall

                                              last night

                                              a black bear


                                              through the roses

                                              again, I was a Tibetan boy


                                              the Great Wall



  1. The subconscious assumes many forms in dream and expresses much in metaphor. This poem has that feeling, that atmosphere, and I am still learning its language. Strange, because it's part of how the mind speaks to itself.

    1. If it's any consolation, this is still a mystery to me also ... the dream and the reality of a bear having run through the roses the same night seemed an intriguing juxtaposition, one I could not articulate in any other way ... I feel it on a level beyond language and hope it somehow conveys the mystery that remains.

      Thanks for commenting, Geo.


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