In bed, I learn to love my body.
In bed, I expect nice dreams only.
Nowhere, but in bed I begin to rest
because the new day is about to dance.

My own bed never resembles a royal bed
because it’s a vagabond’s night nest only.
No question about where to lay my body.
It’s just a matter of how to treat the flesh.

A bird needs a cage to pass the long night.
A lion needs a cave to warm his cold body.
A crab desires a hole to anticipate seawater.
And I need a bed to rest my exhausted mind.

In bed, I try learn to know two worlds in turn.
Sometimes the real one; sometimes the unreal.
There is always a time to be so happy in bed.
And there is also a time to be so sad in it.

Yogyakarta, 7 November 2003

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