I'm flying along, and it's like in those programs where they're showing magnificent countryside filmed with gyro stabilization from a helicopter, and it's very smooth and grandiose and there's beautiful music playing.
In the dream I was thinking, "Here I am looking around; this is great!
I'm going to land now and enter the 'myself' that's on the ground."
And I move in closer to the surface of the land and I realize--
there is no "myself" there.
I'm a little freaked out and come around again but "I" am not there!
This "me" that's flying around has no physical touchstone—at least not at that moment.
The sensation was startling. The Self I knew—is she lost?!
A teacher has told us to let the waters settle and see the stars reflected in our Being.
I have thought a lot about that and tried to truly understand it.
The idea of reflections in a mirror have some far reaching cosmic meanings, it seems to me.
Now, when I meditate, I reach a place where I am the Self I know and I am expanding--
expanding until I am untied from the physical and I am afloat.
The waters settle and I see myself reflected there.
And then that gently disappears and I see only the stars reflected--
and I am that Being in the dream—not lost but found.
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Natural Space Eduard Stelmakh
Violet Pose Stryjek