I weave a dream from a rainbow of life and death

[osho]

A mass of earth became my character
Soaked by a heap of desires
Clay upon clay and thus erected my home
My family, the extension of my quivers
Incarnated into an annex of society
The sun with its rainbows of day and night
Unrolled the annals of my life

I chose to fence off my existence
From all with walls of cultures and economies
Now I own a man that inscroll my geography
Out of the endless stretch of space

I multiplied into so many images
Into a family tree
I mounded dreams
Planted a season of spring with rains of hope
I hated to see the tsunami

I love accustomed dreams
Something sassy and something dreamy
I do not want to see behind this thin line
Since there is darkness sipped in buckets of light
I know death is always lurking there
I open my eyes there is the light of life
And close them and the death of darkness
Between them I never cease to weave dreams

[Delta40]

almost a stream of consciousness here and once again Osho placing your personal side in the poem really helps.

I particularly liked:

I chose to fence off my existence
From all with walls of cultures and economies
Now I own a man that inscroll my geography
Out of the endless stretch of space
I multiplied into so many images

[expressionism]

I really like dig this poem. I'm not sure the death of darkness fits though ... I remember Wonderful World by Louie Armstrong ... "I like the dark". Darkness can be really beautiful and nice if we don't project our fears on it.

I love how you said you must weave your dreams. It's reminding me to Sysiphus - got to imagine him happy.