The Witness
At night, I dream, and in my dream,
there is a witness to its action.
There, a tiger roams these bare
New England woods; his yellow shadow
travels deriding the sun. The witness
watches. Then the tiger bounds
in lightning speed striking the woods
with silver flames. And still, the witness
watches. Suddenly the tiger
claws my face; a galaxy
of stars begins to bleed from out
my brain while thunder roars from deep
within. The witness watches, ever
aware and untouched. I wake in startle,
turn lights on in calming streams.
But nothing changes: still the witness
watches; still the dreamer dreams.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
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