Friday, February 02, 2007

To Sleep To Dream To Fall

And again I began to dream-
I dreamt I was falling,
rapidly, boundless from interminable heights,
falling forever in the dark.

And yet, I wasn't falling downwards-
I was simply falling.
See, when you are falling in the dark,
you don't know that you are falling down.
You just are-
suspended in that darkness- infinity.
Entirely still, yet moving at an unimaginably fast pace.
To be moving as quickly as possible with the sensation of stillness is-
simply unimaginable, inconcievable, unutterable-
Infinity.

When you are falling in a dream and suddenly waken-
why do you feel afraid?
Is it because you have just narrowly averted hitting "the bottum" in your dream-land?

This may be the generally assumed answer, but I have another idea.
Perhaps we are in the aforedescribed suspencion, limbo when we dream.
Maybe we are true spirit suspended in infinity when we sleep, unconfined by our bodies.
Our spirit free to roam the universe and find peace within the infinite speed of One.
When we are about to wake up, when we return to our bodies, we are suddenly jolted back into feeling. We are no longer obliviously suspended. We are jerked back into consciousness and the minute we wake up we feel fear. Fear at being jammed back into our bodies, fear of mortality.
This is why we long for sleep.
to sleep, perchance to dream-
and there truly is the rub-
to fall
to be suspended
in darkness
infinity.

4 comments:

Heliantheae said...

quoting shakespeare now, are we?

Anonymous said...

I like freeform poetry. It seems mo4e natural.

curious coquette said...

ooo shakespeare..but i have a question..how do we know if our souls fear mortality? What even classifies as mortality- the absence of function in the human body, or the complete dissolution of our souls? If our souls are able to escape our body while we dream, then surely our souls intuitively realize that the body is a temporary "fort" so to speak, and would have the innate knowledge not to possess this fear. Perhaps we wake up in fear not due to inevitable physical mortality, but because of the awaiting claustrophobic restriction it must endure in the body. Kinda like being trapped in heavy armour, yet still possessing the inclination and desire to do more than physically possible...

the philosopher one said...

That is exactly what I meant by that, but you do make me see more potently the fleetning nature of mortality and that really we will be free from it relatively shortly.