Somewhere......

El Camino de Santiago - image by frescotours.com

Somewhere
on a grassy field
kissed golden

by the falling light
my friends are
still dancing
to the beat
of Mullingar

at sunset.

We are all

sun-kissed,

and joyous-

and as young

as we

will ever be.

This time

I'm dancing too.

Somewhere a peasant

with warm eyes

steps and steps

around the

ancient mountain.

The prayer wheels turn

and all is timeless.

One breath, one breath.

I follow him

in search of

the snow leopard.

Next lifetime,

in Dharamsala!

Somewhere

in a parallel

reality,

a Buddhist

does tai chi

against the

setting sun

one early

summer evening.

We follow him,

in trance,

we follow him.

This time I move

with grace.

Somewhere

it is high

on a hilltop

on Easter morning

and five friends

are meditating

the sunrise up.

Above us,

on the mountain,

there is singing,

like an angel choir.

I lift off.

I see the planet

below

from space.

The veils

between the worlds

lift

long enough

for one

little peek.

And somewhere

-since I'm dreaming now-

my familiar

walks the

sacred pathways of

El Camino de Santiago,

sleeps on stone slabs

and completes

the pilgrimage

in my stead.

We're not done yet.

Now we're floating

across the wide brown plains

of the Serengeti

at sunrise

in a hot air balloon.

Soul journeys?

Dreams? Remembrance

of lifetimes

past or those to come?

Sometimes it is

enough

simply

to dream.