The Hundred And Twenty Eighth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

And this morning I spoke to my Lord of my dream of the night before. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I was surrounded by others, for it was the night of the Dance of the Risen Spirits. Yet I yearned in vain for solitude, for I did not feel in the mood for revelry. And I stepped through the halls of the Palace, in search of a window through which to gaze in thought. And I walked through the corridors of the Palace, in search of a corner in which to sit and contemplate. And I searched through the grounds of the Palace, in search of a shrine in which to meditate. And I searched through the cellars of the Palace, in search of a tomb in which to mourn. Yet no matter how far I searched, I found no solitude, for all the while I was pursued by the sound of my footsteps, by the sound of my own ragged breaths, by the unceasing clamour of my every thought.”