I saw Eternity the other night

Like a great Ring of pure and endless light,

All calm as it was bright;

And around beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years,

Driven by the spheres,

Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world

And all her train were hurled.

~Henry Vaughan

it is said that to regard all as a dream is the wise way…..

inquiry for today~ what is it like to see colors and shapes and imaginative realms?

your finest hour in dreams

Tibetan Buddhists pray for lucid dreams, hoping to teach themselves that both dreams and waking existence can be seen as equally dreamlike. They believe that if we can learn to live consciously inside our dreams, we will be able to practice that same skill in waking life, and so pass through the doors of death with some measure of clarity and grace. Seen in these terms, writing is just another form of preparation, a quit rehearsal for our own mortality.

Meanwhile, there is much to be learned on both sides of the threshold. Or, as Rumi wrote some 800 hundred years ago:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.

Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.

~Christian McEwen