When I walk the mountainside,
I see grand protruding rocks.
Inside me these images hide,
It is only within these locks.
I cannot see flowers in daylight hours.
I cannot see your face in real space.
Images only exist for us in us,
Disconnected from what we see.
Thus when dreams we discuss,
What really are they to me?
I do see you in dreams as a clue.
What I see in dreams is a key to me.
It is the only place I really see.
And be.
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