Dreams (and truth)

The Truth in Dreams

A knife sits on the table. It looms over at me and speaks my name.
Speaks my name over and over again until I can't ignore it. I hear the
words, but not the language. There is no language, only words, ideas,
feelings and dreams. It tells me to dream, it tells me to hope. It
tells me to move through the earth as if I have no human parents. As if
I am parented only by the earth itself. As if there is only one way of
life, and that is all ways of life. As if I can see the future and the
past but never experience them. Its voice fills me, and I wonder, is it
my voice? No matter, I hear it. I hear it all the time.

Its form grows, and I listen to it. I listen to it with the intensity
that can only properly be called listening. I do not hear it, like you
hear a bird singing or you hear a car screeching round the corner. No,
I listen to it, it possesses me now. I am at its mercy, the mercy of a
voice more powerful than all the speakers, speech makers, fools, wits,
kings, leaders, preachers, sellers and beggars in the world. Its voice
is like a tune going through my body, through my windpipe, my voice
box. Through my brain as if I could feel my brain as a part of my body
which can be touched and stroked. Through my legs and arms as if legs
were hollow and sensitive and arms were receptacles for the rhythm,
melody and lifeblood of a thousand gospel singers all pulsating with
their faith in a single instant.

The voice sings to me now, and I feel its tones. They are shot into me
like golden arrows. Arrows with flaying, sparkling stardust refracting
and retracting behind them as a trail. I cannot see where the trail
originates, but the head of each arrow is covered with the face of
truth, a truth so beautiful that I can't help but compare it to the
face of a woman. The singing continues, it never stops, it never
started, only now it is louder and I know nothing else. A message is
brought in the feel, touch, experience and drink of the song. Oh the
message, the knowledge, the wisdom.

There will never be no love at all.