We sat in the dark, the universe wide and quiet. I said I was nothing. A speck. You said you were the same. Not special, not apart, just drifting. One thing, not two. Consciousness, pure and whole, no edges.
The dream was all there was. Life, a flicker in it. Death, the waking. I asked whose dream it was. Who shaped it.
No answer came. The stars were silent. Maybe no one wove it. Maybe it wove itself. The universe, dreaming its own weight, its own time.
We were the dream, you and I. Not separate, not joined. Just there. Like the sea is there, moving without thought. Death would come, clean and sharp, and we’d see. Or not.
I drank the last of my coffee. The cup was cold. The question hung, unanswered. It didn’t matter. We were the dream, and the dream was enough.
Wow, I love this Pete. It reminds me of a piece I wrote recently about Dream lovers. dreams are so deep. Thank you for sharing.
Hugs 🤗
Jackie
We were the dream, and the dream was enough. Wow.