Awakening to the Dream
\nBy
\nJoseph Anthony Petro<\/p>\n
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\nThis morning
\nWhen I awoke
\nFrom a deep,
\nDream-drenched sleep,
\nAnother dream awaited me
\nIn the form of a door
\nThat was never there before
\nIn the eastern wall of my room.
\nWhatever light was behind it
\nFramed the door and filled the room
\nWith blinding brilliance.
\nI rose from the bed,
\nWiped my eyes,
\nRemembered I was wearing
\nPhillies shorts and a t-shirt
\nAnd thought: Whoever
\nWants me to enter
\nOr Whoever wants
\nTo enter here might just be
\nA goddess or an angel.
\nAnd so I changed
\nInto my most flowing,
\nComfortable clothes\u2014
\nA light green, silken blouse
\nFrom India, and tan,
\nBillowy pants\u2014light as air
\nThat looked like a dress
\nThe legs were so wide.
\nI brushed my hair.
\nDid my best to look beautiful,
\nAll the while the door waited
\nWith tender, illuminated patience,
\nAnd when I was ready
\nIt opened, flooding my feet
\nWith mountain mist, and the room
\nWith clear, dew-soaked air\u2014
\nMorning air, comfortable air\u2014
\nFresher than spring, crisper
\nThan autumn air\u2014air kissed
\nWith welcome.
\nI stood, bathed in radiance,
\nBreathing in deep freedom,
\nAllowing the light to drape its fragrant,
\nSatin shawl around my shoulders.
\n\u201cReady?\u201d came the voice.
\n\u201cI think so,\u201d I replied.
\nAfter a pause the voice
\nAsked again: \u201cReady?\u201d
\n\u201cYes,\u201d I smiled, smoothing
\nMy pants, raising my head high,
\nOpening my chest,
\nStraightening my back,
\nSettling my shoulders: \u201cYes, yes I am.\u201d
\nAnd when the soft hand
\nTook mine and I stepped over
\nThe threshold I knew
\nThere was no turning back–
\nI was my true self\u2014embraced by light,
\nAnd I was entering a living dream–
\nA dream to end all dreams.<\/p>\n
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