Becoming Children of Light

 

In my dream, an indigenous elder

was speaking to us, telling us

we are all one, all is connected.

There was a baby among us.

The elder showed the baby how 

to arch his arms up over his head,

making a circle. Then he told us

to do the same. We all made circles.

We all were connected. We finally

understood.

Then I was at the farm, but the field

was wild and full of animals. 

My sister's dead horse came to the fence

to visit me, and Pup was there,

dull-eyed, and tired of waiting for me

for so long.

In the front yard, a man led

a gigantic kangaroo

on what looked like a dog leash.

It was Kanga, who survived

the wildfires in Australia,
who loved the old woman
who rescued him.

When I woke, I gently re-entered

my current reality. Was it dream or vision?

Vision or dream?

Whatever it was, the message was clear:

we are all connected. We must lift ourselves

beyond the ugly rhetoric and hate

and become children of light
once again.