The dream knows as the dreamer does not…

Now that we are tentatively beginning to restore some normality to our lives, many among us will be suffering appalling grief from the unexpected deaths of family members and friends. At times of great grief we learn things about ourselves which we had not previously known. Philip Larkin captured something of this in these lines from Church Going: ‘Someone will forever be surprising a hunger in himself to be more serious.’

I try to travel with hope and a sense of how little we know. Trust and its ardent cousin faith seem more difficult. Here is a little piece of mysticism which draws on Zen Buddhism and my sense of the mystery and vast wisdom of the unconscious

KOAN  -  Why thanks?
'Why is there something not nothing?'
A philosophical boneshaker
but where does it take us?
True, one has to start  
somewhere - just not from here.
There's an elsewhere prior to questions
and we've mostly been there,
felt that astonished thanks.

Where dreams become wordless on the edge
of leaving, the edge folds back on itself
and the dream knows
as the dreamer does not
that, pressed on from all sides,
motionless and rapt,
we are never not not there
never not there.

Published by davidcookpoet

I am a husband, father and grandfather. I retired from a busy working life as an adult psychiatrist in 2014. My interests are in literature, philosophy, modern jazz and horse racing. I might represent those four fields by Shakespeare, Kant, Charlie Parker and Lester Piggott. Like nearly all of us, I can identify a number of formative experiences, one of which was a psychotic episode in my first year as a psychiatrist. This reinforced an already established interest in mystical experience, and a sense of how little human beings know. My intellectual bugbear is reductive materialism, and I am surprised at the lack of moral imagination of those who promulgate such views. It seems to me they need to consider ,perhaps by exposure, just why totalitarianism is so horrific.

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