Out of thin air, I heard music
Swirling around, circles and waves…
Echoes composed again and again
Pointing first to the Sun, then to full Moon—
Light of the universe filling the room.
Sitting here watching dust motes,
Spiderless webs in the corners….
Can you tell if I am waking or going to sleep?
All I know is I’m lost in a cloud that can’t rain,
Rising and rising toward veiled risen Light.