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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0027 Dreaming truth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imagine yourself -<br>yourself, to imagine –<br>this dream; dream <br>this imaging: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the water’s so far, far below<br>it’s beyond this dark imagining, this dream; <br>all your attention is required<br>by this rope bridge, <br>swayed by nature to some immediate, vibrating laws<br>of this way, that way, more complex<br>than steel or concrete bear in mind –<br>five lines of rope, that’s all, <br>bound from time to time<br>but only every few and fearful steps<br>so that they do not part<br>unless you tread without remembering<br>all five of them; toe, heel, as you place your foot…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now it seems, in the illogical<br>precision of this dream – which is in<br>league with some dark inner truth<br>and so, it must be walked – now, <br>it’s not five ropes, any more, <br>but five strings of some instrument<br>vibrating, low and high; while tense, taut mind<br>looks for firm frets to tune each step; <br>or can you trust their tuning? <br>is the tuning now the fingers of your feet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each fallible or faulty foothold<br>will send its string’s own warning of uncertainty: <br>this bass string, booming failure between the valley’s two high cliffs; <br>this treble string, nerve-searing scream of pain; <br>ahead, this firm support that holds the strings, now<br>drops away; the hollow soundbox that’s all space, <br>all sound, all air, all touch and light and flow of sound; <br>the sound of judgment’s stern and justly-tempered final chord –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now you awake: relieved, yet with a question, <br>born of night, to be resolved by day; <br>what does the dream tell to the waking thought? <br>what does the waking thought tell of the dream? <br>some metaphor for life inhabited your dream; <br>some knowledge passed, wrapped in a metaphor; <br>you only know, that it was watched – by whom?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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yourself, to imagine –
this dream; dream 
this imaging: 

the water’s so far, far below
it’s beyond this dark imagining, this dream; 
all your attention is required
by this rope bridge, 
swayed by nature to some immediate,..."></div>
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