Strong Dream
Fantastical dreaming,
A sickle moon gleaming,
Above me, so deep in the sky.
The lunar attention,
A sacred dimension,
Put into my bones where I lie.
And up in the stars,
With the red speck of Mars,
All my ancestors, sleeping as well,
In astral pavilions,
With ghosts in their trillions,
And God shining true as a bell.
The planets in motion,
In deep heaven’s ocean,
Aligning in reverent poise,
And here in my dreams,
Filled with laughter and gleams,
I travel in bliss without noise.
I love the bold figures,
That godhead transfigures,
From dormancy into such life,
Spinning eternal,
The good and infernal,
In ecstacy, romance and strife.
My mummified body,
In perfect samadhi,
Away from the knowledge of pain,
Journeys so mellow,
By moonlight in yellow,
Absorbing me, sparking my brain.
I witness forever,
By gateways so clever,
The brightness of churches in song,
So fleeting and merry,
My torment I bury,
In God’s revelations and throng.
*Artwork by Paul Klee, “Strong Dream”, 1929
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