June | 2023 | Nature's Place

Dreaming

Rainbow Lorikeet. Licking its lips. Does a bird have lips?

The eyes have it. That something, spark of being, that looks into existence and says ‘I’ am here.

Who am I?

I am bird, Rainbow Lorrikeet bird. Who are you?

You are looking at me, RLB.

We are friends … :-)

Not always seeing the same …

But always seeing I am. If I just let it be.

I had a dream, of many.

It was a peculiar dream, of many.

In it the dreamer wove a tale of healing so unlikely.

Funny how dreams like this can have a depth, a reality to them.

They are not of the dreamer in this particular existential place, they are of the dreamer in this grander, more real space.

The one being of the particular, a sensation perhaps. The other, a sense of space encompassing it all. What ‘all’ is.

Difficult to grasp at times, I know, but when I stop trying to change things, change happens.

And the rain begins to fall, I hear, outside in the dark of night.

Softly.