mysteries
5:45 am. I close my audiobook and my eyes and roll my head sideways on the pillow. Should get up soon. Slowly my eyes open. Nearly-full moonlight fills my room. Sideways I look to the moon. I see a skeleton facing me in the sky, stretched lengthwise on top of the hills, elongated head reaching south, two legs reaching north, hands to the sides . . . the big moon sits in the pelvic bones, in the womb of the skeleton.
Sleepily I hold my gaze on the apparition. It slowly moves and metamorphoses into a bright moon shining above a silver-lined cloud. Innocent, normal, beautiful.
If I sort of unfocus my mind and stare through closed lids as I am about to fall asleep, I can see dream images form. If I don't think too much about it, I can watch them move around. Soon I am actually asleep and in their world. I have often pulled myself awake in the wee hours of the morning, shaking off images that leave me a bit shaky and unhappy. It all goes away when I fully wake.
That skeleton I saw in the sky this morning looked just like one of my lucid dream images.
Full moon tomorrow. I feel connected with mysteries.
Sleepily I hold my gaze on the apparition. It slowly moves and metamorphoses into a bright moon shining above a silver-lined cloud. Innocent, normal, beautiful.
If I sort of unfocus my mind and stare through closed lids as I am about to fall asleep, I can see dream images form. If I don't think too much about it, I can watch them move around. Soon I am actually asleep and in their world. I have often pulled myself awake in the wee hours of the morning, shaking off images that leave me a bit shaky and unhappy. It all goes away when I fully wake.
That skeleton I saw in the sky this morning looked just like one of my lucid dream images.
Full moon tomorrow. I feel connected with mysteries.
