vision 6/3/16

this morning vision:

burning structures, the ground is in ashes.... two buildings still burning
one can see the fire coming from them (bright and hot)
and the smoke dispersing all around ...

then, one could see a long fence that was being broken apart
and it was heard,
this is a very flimsy fence Siddhananda

then, a bridge appears and someone is walking across it
walking through terrain after terrain that changes in it's
texture and feeling, rocks, fields, and different countries
then, a mountain is walked up with great jutting cliffs
and narrow paths...
it was heard,
she lost her footing here many times
but did not fall, just lost her balance... now she is
making her way up again...

then, it was heard,
the morning star awaits,
the new dawn too and the flowers are growing.
all of this can be seen at the top.


and then, this poem:

are you looking up from those jutting structures
again?
(that last look maybe today)
for those ghosts are racing after you
and very fast indeed
and when you are cornered (yet again)
i wonder if this time you will stay there
and ponder the questions that burn?
or spin and spin again
and i wonder too, if that pain there
so nagging is a doorway
that leads outward to the greater view
where seeing is not couched in individuality
hmmmm, i wonder if that heart you hold bears
secrets that whisper your name
and lead you to that place of light
what can i say, but find out
for are you walking somewhere greater
or just simply existing for now
i wonder?