HASTY dreams a dream of mercy.
I dreamed I was on another planet. It was dark with several moons lighting up the sky. I was wearing a summer dress and planting a large garden. I carried the seeds in one large pocket in the front. I was barefoot and the soil was refreshingly soft and cool.
I was happy planting these seeds until I noticed partially buried bodies under the soil. A man I couldn’t see started talking behind me. He said I need not worry about the bodies that feed the soil. That they were simply the experiences, the stories that feed it. The best nourishment for the type of mercy we were growing.
So yea this dream will stick with me forever.
There is plenty of mercy buried here
Planted as seeds, I grew up sowing them
There is no sorrow in this twilight soil
Only empathetic tears to water them.