Dream
Footprints of the Mind
I came across some of my scribbled
writings I did in 1951 when I was alone at night in Ponce, Puerto Rico. I would think of Edythe and my future and
compose letters to her or make notes for future essays. I found a recurrent dream that cropped up at
times and elusive details faded soon after awaking. One morning I awoke and was able to follow the footprints of my
mind to the hidden cave where that memory was hiding. I brought it out of the
subconscious to the sunlight of my conscious mind. I spent hours trying to write about the delicious vagueness of
that dream. It was a time when I had
the feeling of omnipotent power which, like the dream, faded with time. Dreams are images or ideas not controlled by
reason, logic or rationale. Reality
influences dreams and dreams influence reality. This is the first time that I
reveal my scribbled notes. An egotist
with insatiable vanity and impudent sagacity attempting to expose fugitive
thoughts.
“Here
at the axle of the earth I stand and turn with its slow turning while I take
upon my back the driving power that holds suns and planets in the hollow sky
unwavering against the winds of space and I feel eternity flow through my
arteries until its beat is one with my wrist’s pulse and beat of my heart and I
sound a clarion call to humanity.
Made of dust
you are the glow and radiance of earth. Happy dust doomed but to dream into the
figure of man, muscle intricately woven over skeleton of stubborn bone, nerves striding through the flesh like
flame, blood beating like the flight of wings, a breathing body with eyes tired
with the night’s walking back and forth between world and brain. Strange
ecstasy of earth being touchable matter yet ghostly. Although you think you are
an immortal man born of immortal earth, yet as human knowing that when the
heart breaks so must break the mind. Immortal but in thought from dust thou
cometh and to dust returneth.”