I woke up Wednesday morning July 7th, 2019 knowing I had just had an important dream. I was savoring it as I took a few extra minutes to begin to unpack what it might have meant. I knew my eyes felt dry and a bit itchy, even hard to open and realized that, too, was left over from the dream.
As I slowly got out of bed, I remember asking myself was this one dream or was this three dreams…. and immediately became aware that it was a trilogy of dreams, a trinity of dreams, something important that I must remember.
I did not have time to record the dream right then, as I needed to be at my Wednesday morning Contemplative Prayer group at 9. So off I went. But as luck, coincidence, providence would have it, the reading for our group that morning was from Hafiz, the 14th century mystic, poet. The poem entitled Tremendously More True follows.
Tremendously More True… by Helal Hafiz
She had a dream that told her she was going to pass from this world.
And on the day before, she still felt well, but believed these were her last hours, and come morning friends would be looking at her as she lay still, no longer breathing.
She went into her garden as she always had before dark and spoke to the plants as she would.
Never more beautiful did the world look, never more a part of everything she now knew she was.
An assurance, some absolute certainty opened up in her and she knew any mortal identifications one could have were such a small part of something tremendously more true…that awaited our knowing.
Her whole life she saw was like a slipper, often too tight, she had worn for a long day, and did not now mind at all taking it off.
She lay down that night, then merged into a brilliant Sky…one that she discovered her soul had always, had always been holding it in its hand.
Our Wednesday morning gathering uses the ancient practice of Lectio Divina to move into the holy spaces God will meet us in prayer. The four movements of Lectio paraphrased here by St. John of the Cross include “Seek in Reading, and you will find in Meditation; knock in Prayer and it will be opened to you in Contemplation.”
As soon as I heard Hafiz’s words read, I knew I would be using the first four words of his poem for my 30 minutes of silent contemplation. I was also filled with a sense of deep gratitude that these words had been given me on this very morning. So, now in silence, I begin to re-imagine my dream…