During the whirlwind of the daily, mundane world wind I pause to wonder at the line between flexibility and chaos. Dreams last night of friends and colleagues from a decade ago (politely catching up with our present day lives) wouldn't free me into the wakeful day. The night dreams more vivid than any day event. So I 'bend' the time of wakefulness into the time of lucid dream. Enjoying the enmeshing.
The last stanza of According to Pythagoras
. . .
The fundamental interconnectedness of all things
Is incredible enough, but did you know that
Hyenas change sex? The female mounted by a male
Just minutes before becomes a male herself. Then
There's the chameleon that feeds off wind and air
And takes the colour of whatever it's standing on.
Air transforms lynxes' urine into stones and hardens
Coral, that softly swaying underwater plant.
I could go on and on with these scientific facts.
If it wasn't so late I'd tell you a whole lot more.
(Michael Longley )
". . . You live your life as if it's real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
. . . Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep."
(Leonard Cohen Ten New Songs)