In a lucid dream

In a lucid dream, which seemed so real, atop a hill I saw monks, in deep trance and although their eyes were closed, I could feel, dance of living light, in their bodies prance. Wonderment being my heart’s undertone, silent bliss thunder pervaded my form, etched deep within my core, so mine to own, thus in timeless time, I became the storm. I woke up from sleep, looking for a sign and sure enough I felt my spine aflame, in as a humming pulse of love divine, which has since remained, as my claim to fame. Now ambling along, I sing a love song ~ Blissful, joyous heart, taking all along