Last night I had a dream about “us” (a collective of spiritual seekers) …
We were traveling … many of us … on a road less travelled … the spiritual path.
We were all there … in that same forested path meandering slowly up a hill at first.
Teachers past and present, friends & groups of journeyers, all winding our way through a dense canopy of Forest..
And then I came to a Place in the Forest.
It was a Here Sort of Place, with no need to go elsewhere …
… so I just stood Still …
My eyes falling upon a partially uprooted tree, its few exposed roots in the foreground close to where I stood … the roots Speak in a Language my Heart Knows well. It is so easy to be Still here … thoughts of anywhere else simply don’t exist.
And then … the tree suddenly and completely uproots itself, exposing a massive Gemstone, a Citrine-faceted boulder five times my size. It seems to perch there for a little time before rolling its massive sparkling-golden-self down the hill to the ravine below …
… coming to rest there on her back side, exposing an unfathomable splendour of Light … a shining beauty reflecting heaven …
… beyond measure in beauty, but seeming now the size of the palm of my hand as it rests in the valley below.
“Waking thoughts” landed lightly, like timeless pearls:
“The meek shall inherit the earth” echoes like a Fragrance in this timeless dream.
Depth in the simplicity of Here: Freely … Given … Golden …. in the Naked Now.
A waking body is overcome with transparency and the beauty of simplicity.