Coils of Dreaming
©May 7th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Coiled upon itself, a memory
Buried in a myth, seen in a dream,
The snake slept, tail in mouth.
All that’s happened will happen again,
For the first time, over and over,
And each will be the last.
Amidst this coiling, is the roiling
Of war and peace, outrage and courage,
New beings emerging.
Will we ever see the snake sleeping
Coiled upon itself, always dreaming,
Or will we stab its dream?
And will we uncoil this dreamer’s rest,
And wrest from it the jewel in its head
And when it dies, will we?
We will coil and roil, toil and despoil.
All that came before, will come again.
We shall return, always.
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