Breadcrumbs On The Window Sill

Just a light guest posting ('cos I realize that if it goes on too long, i start to speed read)

1. Breadcrumbs On The Window Sill

Beautiful bird
Tamed
Lured by crumbs
She came

Time passed
She grew restless
Eager to leave
But food held her interest

So she came back
Again and again
With you she had no lack
Yet she flew further, every day

You knew she wanted to go
You held the power...
But no, please no
Not yet, not ready

Strong now - the will
No more breadcrumbs on the window sill
She left
Life goes on.



2. Although a fellow blogger, Obesio, once said, 'There is nothing more boring than other people recounting their dreams', I still like to reread this dream of mine - it doesn't make sense, but I find it interesting. (I forgot what book I'd been reading when I dreamt this; but it was a dark book, I guess....)

Dreams of Gods

I’d been talking to him. He was a big, burly man, and he seemed to be a Malay. He was nice, and in the course of the conversation it seemed that he’d been a Christian, before he converted to Zen, because there was more reason to be found there.

And then somehow, I ended up in a boat going upriver, and I held a box. He was inside the box, but I thought it was his bones. He needed help-my help. It was something to do with his god. When I came to a small bank, I got out of the boat and walked up the gently sloping beach to a 3-walled room.

There was a doorway at the end of it. As I approached the doorway, I peeked inside. To my left I saw a narrow, dark corridor. I could hear the sound of some creature snuffling around, and my flesh felt cold. It was a dog.......a dog-headed god.

To my right appeared a man who gave the impression of being a doctor. His name was Koomi, and he was a god too, I knew. He was thin and bespectacled. His light voice was cultured and his tone courteously impersonal. Naturally, he asked how he could be of assistance.

I explained that my friend had a problem, and asked what I should do with the box. He told me to give the box to him, the creature waiting in the darkness. I was reluctant, even though that seemed a reasonable option-after all, the thing was his god. Suddenly, it seemed that I was betraying my friend, handing him over to certain death. I could feel that my friend’s fear at the suggestion. Not just fear, but terror ..... hopeless terror. But since I seemed to have brought him here for this purpose, because he himself had desired it, I held out my hand.

“I hope he’s pleased with the service,” said the man, as he took the box and handed it to the impatient animal who waited in the darkness. I couldn’t see him but he managed to make his presence felt through the continual noises he made. I saw a brief movement, and the box was gone.....the god had sharp teeth, I knew. There was the sound of crunching bone, as I walked back to the boat.