Rumi

I had a dream last night where I was touching dead bodies wrapped up in white sheets. They were hard and cold, as I suppose they should be. I also chatted with a garbageman, who looked just like the Grim Reaper. It wasn’t a nightmare, just a dream and I thought nothing of it until I received an email from my friend K-Dawg later on in the morning. She was sharing a post to her personal blog about a terrible life and death nightmare she had last night. Here’s a quote from that post:

November 1 is the time of year when the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds is the thinnest; when all of our angels can most easily brush their radiant fingers across our cheeks. Sometimes this manifests as a really bad dream that gets you out of bed and into the appreciation of the blessings life constantly sends your way.

She also shared a poem from a 13th-century Persian poet named Rumi:

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don’t go back to sleep!
– Rumi

Thanks K-Dawg!

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