A dream

i asked for signs for the path to awakening,
you showed me a scene in the bardo of my sleep,
the wind howls and a lady’s dying
like a corpse wrapped in palm leaves

i hasten to call the police -
the living does not share bed with a dead being ;
the next moment, the lady awakes -

alive with sparkling eyes,
recalls her tough journey through life -
the endless seeking, and meeting closed doors
erected walls, and inner turmoil

 

Oh Mother Divine!
I pray for wisdom to penetrate the deepest meaning
of this dream of the dying !