On Peace and unsettling dreams

Many times as I passed in the evening, close to sunset time, there I saw you sitting on the bare sand of the dune across the road from your home, your family, O Magda! So many times, God would bless the homeland, your desert, with golden colored, vibrant light which as sunset neared seemed to make the landscape vibrate with life, as a joyful farewell for a wonderful day.

I recall my dream, but was it a dream, that I heard your voice say to me, as you awakened me from stuppor, “It’s just a bad dream”, as my fantasy was moved aside, as a curtain can be moved aside, and there were my fantasies and bad dreams were casted, a pure light and a peace as never before did I ever experience.

I said to myself, “I must tell Michael. It is just a bad dream.”

Would I be believed or taken seriously if I would share that peace of peace, that ocean of tranquility in which nothing is in movement, no stress or anxiety or anguish. Is this your peace Oh Christ?

We interpret life in our terms, and of course, based on what others have said and felt, all so very subjective and trivial. We can go to war, and indeed have, over ideas, trying to prove the other wrong, to triumph over others, hoping against hope that no one really cares and truly hates us. Our conversations are not dialogues but a war of illusions which we call truth, that insignificant interpretation, ever so subjective, which characterizes us.

It is, yes, babble. Some of the discourses are elaborate and others plainly and barely simple and often incomprehensible. A war of words laced by emotions, which once again, are so subjective, indeed a war, which often descends in quality to complaints and hatred.

It is best, I am of the opinion, that best is to find a sand dune on which to sit and contemplate the farewell of the day as the sun clothes the desert sands in golden light, for just a while.