First you fold your wings
Because you won't be needing them
Then you clear your mind
And focus on what may come
Then you let go
Like when you were little
On a sled with sanded runners
Giving yourself to the
Three generation hill
Faster and faster
Outstripping your own ecstatic squeal
Like driving an express bus
Down broadway
With all the colored lights
Of galaxies passing
Through your unspoiled eyes
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In writing this poem I was influenced by Einstein's account of an early dream:
Einstein: " My entire scientific career has been a meditation on my dream."
"I was sledding with my friends at night. I started to slide down the hill but my sled started going faster and faster. I was going so fast that I realized I was approaching the speed of light. I looked up at that point and I saw the stars. They were being refracted into colors I had never seen before. I was filled with a sense of awe. I understood in some way that I was looking at the most important meaning in my life." (Dreamed around 1890-95)
Quoted passage from: Jungcurrents.com
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