Recently I had a dream like experience, though I was somewhat coherent. I found myself surrounded by the very images, sights and sounds that (apparently, or unbeknownst before) make up my essence. I tasted fresh mangoes, heard wonderful rhythms on a djembe etc. I felt so primitive, and I was a garden, the garden. I felt like my body was blooming with flowers and reaching tendrils of vines, I was this unimaginably intricate being and yet it was all so simple. Thoughts were uncomplicated, and I truly knew why I WAS. I realized all the frivilous things that we do as people are unimportant, the daily skirmishes against time don't matter. This is only half as good in memory as it was in experience, but still it stays with me, and is comforting.
EternalHunter, I really enjoyed to read your dream. Now to make it stay with you, to be the blooming garden again and adventure of growth day and night and all the time, do not fear to change ... be simple, and just keep on being the wonder and see it in others, too. Just a thought !
