Two Poems by Jay Jacobs As In A Dream First there is nothing. With dawning awareness comes a slow awakening . . . Perception . . . comprehension. A gathering of clouds in the above, the turbulent ocean below tossing spray and whitecaps. Sky-born tendrils of heavy mist descend, crackling and sparking with electricity. Spontaneously igniting, the sea conceives and gives birth. A wave of consciousness, the offspring of heaven and ocean, comes into being. Arising, with self-awareness, the inconceivably vast tonnage of water purposefully surges forward, exulting in the moment. In sheer, jubilant, utter joy, flowing, spilling, barrel-rolling over itself, gathering speed with pinball momentum, The Grand Kahuna of wavedom irresistibly sweeps all aside. As in a dream, the monster swell knows itself. Ecstatic with its existence, it thinks:
I see, I feel, I hear, I know, I am. There is nothing like me in all creation! I am the one and the only, I am great and terrible. I pitch and roll with inexorable power. I am the wave of consciousness and I live! One last surge, cresting, highest yet, to touch my brother the clouds, then falling back elated, crashing into myself, spray everywhere, sizzling droplets and mist. Calming, calm, to sleep again in tranquility. Borne on the wind, or perhaps the very wind itself, a sigh of joy overflowing with gratitude, growing faint, diminishing . . . Through the curtains, morning light.
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