Winter Dreaming
I dream a dream that is my life,
and reality exists solely
within that state.
I awake each day
into a world that changes little of my Truth.
My pathway stretches before me,
but I am careful to examine
only those surroundings
that are defined by Now.
This Dharma-road may, I could surmise,
consist of a linear infinity
leading to Forever. It might, instead,
be as Natraj’s flaming circle
of birth, destruction, and rebirth,
in which the old is forever renewed.
It may, however, be like
a Mobius Strip sketched by Escher,
leading me always
over the same anguishes and ecstasies,
forever new, but the same.
In this Universe of immeasurable distances,
of unfathomable mysteries,
in which our feeble understanding
causes us to create
mad deities, hungry for sacrifice,
for punishment,
for obedience,
in return for their protection
from an eternal darkness
that even they
cannot understand,
I dream my dream.
I dream a dream that is my life,
and reality exists solely
within that state,
and that reality is Now.
