Thursday, May 22, 2008
An old friend asks, What do you dream about? Today, I said, how this beautiful peony is blooming. Another friend brought it from her garden for my birthday. Even one day later its illustrious beautiful blooming has dimmed, though still absolute and radiant. The pink luster is just a little less, the softness just a little faded. I wouldn’t know this except I was presented with it in its full glory. One more day and I’m dazed by death, a friend’s young son-in-law dropped in the shower, his radiant wife stepping in later, before other details, just to be where he had been.