Categories: Remembering Justin
Mind Makings
Victor Berg, Mill Valley, CA
I had a wonderful dream. I was in a sea of people and I was rushing to see you. Some of my friends were delaying me and I kept dropping these boxes I was carrying. I eventually made it to a door. I knew you were on the other side but the door was barred. There was a revolving door with a tiny slot to squeeze through. I tried to squeeze through but couldn’t make it.
I woke up and did T’ai Chi and had a long meditation. My meditation was broken by thoughts of myself and others and a thought came:
Binds
Holding
Tight
Mind
without
Humility
Topics: Letting Go, Meditation, Personal Stories, Poetry
Originally appeared in: March 1995
