Friday, March 9, 2012

The Night

No special entry.

I'm pondering the beauty of the night. It is solemn and quiet here. There are pieces of knowledge falling into place with gentle clicks like a safe being opened. Daytime is for my anger. I must rage, I guess, for the night to be peaceful. And a calm night is for the soul to relax in obscurity.

What will I dream, I wonder. Lately my dreams have been of great significance. They give me issues to consider when I wake up. Sometimes they are frightening issues, but for me the day is when to be frightened. The monsters are clearer then. But the day is also the time to be certain, a time to do as well as think. When I sleep I dream in madness, as we all do. But when I am awake I don't trust the madness of my dreams. They have to be seen for the symbolism they are. And that takes thought, clear as daylight.

I learn as I continue my vagabond journey, and for that I am grateful.

DB - The Vagabond
Never Give Up

1 comment:

Jon said...

The night has always been my special time to relax, rejuvenate, and escape the harsh, brutal realities of daylight.