March 12, 2001
"To let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own intelligence and await with humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity."

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Dream images

Cupboard
I was wrong about this innkeeper. I love surprises.

In response to my question about mugs, she takes me over to her cupboard.

What we know about this cupboard:
might be a desk, a hutch, or a bookcase
floor to ceiling
brown, dark brown, monochromatically brown
hazy with shadows
hazy with cobwebs
hazy with dust
contains infinite resources

I'm standing in front of the Cupboard of Forgetfulness. I want to handle every object in it. I focus on a shelf right in front of me. There are three old brown books and a dried bouquet of old brown roses. I want to reach out and touch everything, but I refrain from politeness. I'm dazed with curiosity.

The cupboard is benevolent. I believe in the cupboard. I am overwhelmed with confidence in its capacity to cast spells. Everything you need is here.