The Felling

I had a dream we lived in a tree and that the tree would soon be cut down to make way for a view of the hills. There was nothing we could do about it, it was beyond our control, and that its absence was a bargain we made with loss, although there was no bargain, the tree was marked for felling.

I dreamt we were not alone and this was happening everywhere, it was all around us. It was inevitable and that in the dream, knowing time was finite and that bulldozers would one day be approaching, we made our nest there. We held open our hearts and minds to a shimmering light that pricked consciousness to life, with an insight that transcends the dream we were living in. We became lovers.

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