The Big Dream
Sleeping, sinking REM deep,
I discerned a hidden cloud break, an ethereal window
nestled among towering, billowing nebulae.
There, spread a vibrancy, a resonance, a resplendence.
Everything shimmered, emitting and reflecting
a golden layered bliss of light.
Was this Christian Heaven, Muslim Jannah, Greek Elysium,
or Buddhist luminous mind, I could not say.
Somehow, my life force, my Yin and Yang, connected,
floating freely, I entered winding, harmonic corridors,
echoing mantras, melding with Gregorian chants.
Soon, I drifted into an immense sanctuary,
a glowing temple, both synagogue and cathedral,
both mosque and mandir, both vihara and guan.
Here, I sensed a great conversation,
a deep exchange of converging consciousness.
Here is where Jesus met Buddha,
Where Moses met Muhhamad,
Where Krishna met Lao Tsu,
Where Carl Jung met Sri Aurobindo.
Here I watched Ramdas with Thoreau,
Tagore with Whitman,
Mother Teresa and Kahlil Gibran,
Mahatma Gandhi and Dorothy Day.
This was holy clarity and sacred, tranquil love.
A sumptuous showering, a gleaming joy,
the Quaker’s inward light of the Biblical,
the Sufis’ luminous vision of the Quranic,
the Hindu Moksha from the ancient Vedas.
But I was just a paltry apprentice,
A novice soul of experience - with unfinished karma.
Yet, in a rhapsody, I awakened
to a wondrous unity of being!
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