following all my writing, one old grotesque novel in German and now my fifth book
of English poems....i will only say that dreams are not forbidden
but unlike as in many European fairy stories they will not all
come true.
what do i see? peace and tenderness.
not a fight between genders, domination nor romantic kitschy untrue stuff.
Chagall was a great painter with a poetic vision.
to talk away archetypes, anima and animus, to dissect the nuclear
and elementary force of eros as a revelation of the divine
is merely another kind of crippling:
no experience and no word will change essence.
i keep for me the right to dream.
dream and imagination is so much more than scientific analysis,
it is enough to observe ones conditioning and mind:
there is no need to remain in destruction.
What we call Buddha or God or other names
reveals itself in each moment and in a multitude of ways
and shapes.
I allow me to rather suffer because of dreams than because of reason,
i do not seek salvation from my incarnation: why?
only death will bring this about and i will be ready when i am ready.
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