Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world.
Morning arrives and that’s it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

From a black stump a heavy body
A branch will sprout a white breath
To bring an atom of all our dreams
Back into communion with the air.

Her burning look holds me fast as if in an embrace. She utters words mixed up with dreams …You will be happy if you believe and hitch your wagon to a star. She is gentle when breast-feeding the clouds; but when calm abandons her, she runs along the seashore and waves her arms in the air.

In alchemy the egg stands for the chaos apprehended by the artifex, the prima materia containing the captive world-soul. Out of the egg - which is symbolised by the round cooking-vessel - will rise […] the liberated soul, which is ultimately indentical to the Anthropos who was imprisoned in the embrace of Physis.

your palms open to the sweet animal of dreams