white robed devotees
before that ubiquitous liquid light
prostrate themselves on the hill
i walk among them. each seems
as a vendor tending anxiously
to his own flea market stall.
reactions to my being
there range from indifference to
curiosity. i tread on their mound,
in the presence of their prayers
having arrived there in a dream
along an astral pathway
to my left in the distance
through an opening in the tree line
projects upward a gilt dome
a structure of a kind that, to me, seems
architecturally speaking, byzantine.
to this day the strongest
of my memories from that
lucid dream are not how the devotees
reacted, nor of that shimmering dome
but i say, what i recall most from that
night is simply being in the presence
of that ubiquitous liquid light
i am taught to see stones
as apart from plants and mice, things
inanimate do not partake in life as we
may think of it. so what most affected me
about that lucid dream was my being
PERMEATED by a LIVING LIGHT
the Light itself was alive!
It was conscious somehow