Friday, February 6, 2015

It need not be


The fact is, I live an extraordinary dream-life — except that it need not be a fact, or a dream, or a life. I simply dream the fact that I live, and live the fact that I dream. I dream, living, and live, dreaming — a snowflake one moment, a star the next — when, out of nowhere, comes a voice, a hand, a shower of senses — and I remember how foolish it is to speak of such things, and so I say the words anyway, or dream that I am saying them. And that is my life — except that it need not be so — it need not — no, not at all. Until now, love. A shower of hands. The sky is about to fall.



5 comments:

Dino said...

interesting ... I am convinced that many "values" of our life are unattainable "in real life", but that can be achieved through the poetic side .... but caution not quite get away from the side of the "real", what our eyes see in our world today.

Lorraine Renaud said...

oh no,,no you must never listen to the voice unless it's your own, if you showed me anything, you've shown me this, and it's valuable and I love what you wrote...never change, please William

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Dino, and thank you too, Lorraine.

To me, the dream and the real are one grand movement. And the movement is a dream. And the dream is real.

Lorraine Renaud said...

I'm a gypsy in an agoraphobic body, struggle never ends

William Michaelian said...

In that case, what is left, but to love the gypsy, love the body, and love the struggle?