In someone else’s dream

When I cannot close my eyes and sleep, I wonder if I am awake in someone else’s dream. Only through the rich connection with others can I be truly conscious. Only through sacrifice of self am I remotely capable of gaining anything lasting, sacred, and permanent. These dreams that I wish I could be having presently are perhaps the foundation of another’s purpose. The sleep that I am missing could be the veritable framework for another’s destiny. The rest I so desperately need could be healing the bones of the one who will lead the uprising. The rigidity with which my mind refuses to stop is perhaps matched by knowing that somewhere, right now, at this very moment, there is one in a comatose state. That one will soon awake and arise, and love more deeply, teach more soundly, feel more extremely, and breathe more easily than I ever could have.

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About SIDEWAYS EIGHT

Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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