In the morning

The wasps are asleep

Slowly they move

To start their day

All beings in heaven

And earth

Move a while and are still.

In this way sleep

Is like death

And life is like a dream

These two are not different

How do you know

That yesterday

The dream was really as you remember it now

And not some dream memory

Not some silent call

To rouse yourself

To come back home

To where you belong?

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