Night Journey

I make a journey

through deep dreams….

Collecting the strands of many past lives
To build a map, a path, a way through
The jungle of memory…

spanning lives, centuries
Millennia….

to come to this place of golden leaves,
Pure bliss, each second a cosmos of ecstasy….

Riding Arjuna’s desire to see the world with Krishna’s eyes….

the unfolding of eternity
In each moment….

To be ever exhausts the need

for any reason.
Motives evaporate in
The infinite flower
Of what is.

A.T. Wood 9/18/2015