LITERARY GAZETTE

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Aug 15 2011

Tags: Amity Farm, CASSIA BERMAN, Wake Up

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By CASSIA BERMAN

My dead friend and long-ago lover

led me hand-in-hand into the dark place where he lives,

and somehow I found myself alone. Looking for him

I passed by people living in encampments,

long wet corridors, a rat scurried by,

and finally I came to a place without people,

dank, puddled, desolate as far as my eyes could see.

I tried to find my way back, calling out for people,

and the inner voice told me: “There is no way out of here

except to wake up.” And I did.

All day long, as I made my way through the hours

of a pleasant life against the backdrop

of a world wracked by death, war, insoluble questions and problems,

those words repeated themselves to me

like a teaching from the Upanishads:

There is no way out of here

except to wake up!