I awaken to watery sunlight filtering through the curtains. I had the same dream again.
A cave on the cliff of a high peak. Above it, there is a rusty plaque on which “Barrier of Death” is inscribed. I walk inside the cave only to find a mossy statue: an old man, who looks like me, sits cross-legged.
Suddenly, a throaty voice, “bleached bones on my mind,” brings me back to daylight.
fruit trees blooming…
grain by grain, I eat
a bowl of rice
