amante et amant

yes. woke up remembering dreaming of you discussing law and literature. it was a grey day, we were on a grey couch, and i had my legs on your lap and the head on the arm rest. you are real, and you have rarely entered my dreams; you have entered me and my reality, not the dreams.

i was wondering if this was a wake up call. wake up to reality, it is better than the dreams!

i have to conclude that reality is far better. the dreams are the leftovers from the slavery to the present. dreams find no place in the unfurling of the universe and get caught in the imaginary world of the virtual delusions.

it occurs to me that you do not know, and that you do not care, and that it does not matter that there is another one.

just now

i will not judge. kind-hearted as a grandmother, i will not compromise. faithful to my old shoes, incomplete and unfinished, foolish. i am dignified as a king.

empty your mind of all thoughts. let your heart be at peace. watch the turmoil of beings, but contemplate their return. each separate being in the universe returns to the common source. returning to the source is serenity. if you don't realise the source, you stumble in confusion and sorrow. when you realise where you come from, you naturally become tolerant, disinterested, amused, kindhearted as a grandmother, dignified as a king. immersed in the Tao, you can deal with whatever life brings you, and when death comes, you are ready.