And the gates of the bardo of dreaming opened, and it was no longer cold.
Come, said the old man by the fire. He led him into a luminous cave in the side of this forsaken mountain.
Rest from your journey.
So sweet to let the leaden eyelids fall, but he cannot rest until the girls are safe. The girls. And Kati. He loves. A sweet love, longing and violent at once, love that tears its flesh on the wild shrub and bush. If only his legs would move from this quicksand; if only this body would obey…
Sleep, and the warmth of the bonfire spread open his heart.
He loves. He must not abandon the girls. And Kati. Stranded on top of this desolate mountain, and he, inside of it.
Dream.
He dreams. He dreams his love, furious and passionate and unvanquished – a fierce angel taking wing, bounding over the river, the mountains, over time.
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- The Ambivalent Misanthrope
- California, United States
- I still can't read "The Velveteen Rabbit" all the way through without breaking down and bawling.
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