I don’t know or wonder whether it’s good or bad.
Hear me out and then tell me if dreaming isn’t better than life.
Sunny days smack of what I don’t have.
They are nothing,
and I can understand why Christ wasn’t tempted.
And even our own suffering won’t be more than this nothingness.
For us the ultimate purpose of all beings and things
had remained at the door of that paradise of absence.
Faint and dispersed but definite sounds dawn in my awareness,
filling my consciousness of our room with the fact day has broken.