I had a most colourful dream with movement grace and form. It was as if I were viewing from above the world. It was a most beautiful dream, and as we all know it is often difficult to recall them in the morning. So, I got out of bed and started to write it all down.
Gossamer Flight
This morning, I saw the world from above in darkness.
I saw the occasional light, streak across the world.
Progressively, I saw more and more of these.
After some time, it seemed to build up, a light gossamer cover over the world.
The gossamer had a pink, mauve hue about it.
As time progressed, the gossamer covering started to thicken just a little, in places.
And as it thickened, its intensity also grew.
Then diving down into and amongst the gossamer,
I could see more detail, of what was going on, of what was causing this effect.
The populace was large and were very interactive with each other.
Some of the individuals were helping others, in acts of service.
And when they did, they lit up.
The more acts of service they did for each other, their light got brighter, and stayed lit longer.
On the streets, and in the suburban arterials, cars were whizzing by, as if without a care.
But good things were happening, even here.
In the dim half-light of the morning, or in the short hours after sunset,
Sparkles and snaps of light could be seen.
Moving back above, – the gossamer covering was changing.
The intensity became stronger.
There seemed to be a certain flow and form.
Before long these became so strong that the flow became like rivers of light that weaved and moved over the world.
Streams of light flowed, spiralled, and twisted, over, through and around all that was there.
It was like the light danced for joy.
It was a joy to see it, so animated, as it curved with grace.
Life in this mortal world, could it be so beautiful and intense?
Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio
6 February 2023 2am