The Song of the Cave

What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction. And
the greatest good is trivial; for all life is a dream and all dreams are dreams.

Pedro Calderón de la Barca

And I am the dream-house - dark damp deep and secret mouth,
mist-hidden hole in God's big earth where He never goes -
haven for wretched brutes and botched things.
In me some vile old she-beast and her bloody spawn dream of meat -
long-lost dragon-gold dreams the sun in me.

Terror and desire dance and burn down here
beneath your earth beneath your eyelids
cave of stone cave of flesh
where blind heroes come to carve a name from a dream -
these oldest stories bubbling up from my own
and only darkest sleep.


All poems by Br. Tom Murphy, O. Carm.

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