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Memory of me
Fr. Paul Ward

My memory has who I am,

for I know who I am by what I remember.

I remember the things in my soul,

the world I have brought

within.

I am bigger than the world

and nothing is too big for my memory.

What do I do with my memory?

What sort of creatures, animate or inanimate, live

within?

I give life to the world,

for my memory lives, and the world in my memory.

Yet I am their creator,

creator of a universe

within.

When I dream, all stops, except my flesh and my memory.

But my flesh is not who I am, who I am explains my flesh.

What do I dream?

I know who I am when I look

within.

What to say of Freud’s dream theory?

By the interpretation of dreams, can a whole psyche be solved?

Ah, memory serves freedom, although in sleep it is off duty.

For freedom is who I am, and I am free

within.