The Lucky Dark If I say, surely the darkness shall cover me, even the night shall be light about me...The darkness and the light are both alike to thee.” Howard Thurman Dance when you are broken open. Dance if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance and you're perfectly free. Rumi
I don’t think dreams are only about the dreamer. I believe that human consciousness is communal. Modern people have carried the benefits of individual freedom to such an extreme that we have forgotten how much we are of one piece. I believe that we create for each other as well as ourselves. In the Bible Jacob won a seat in the court of a foreign King for his ability to prophetically dream and translate meaning to the powers that be. The only problem is that, like art, dreams are subjective. We have to decide whether to swallow these things whole or take them with a grain of salt. The summer of 2002 I dreamt a world dream. More like art than not, I put it into this poem. Suited up against the dark nights, trying to find an answer for every howl and dance joy back from hell, suddenly, OUT OF NOWHERE I looked up. A rainbow stitched the night sky. Night rainbow? I checked my lenses, elbowed my neighbor, “Did you see that?” The stitch duplicated into multicolored spherical, fractals of light, each enwrapping an open space of light born from infinite, unlit sources.