Sitting on a high ridge watching the sun set. When I close my eyes I see fields and then white cliffs under fragile blue sky. In the distance, mountains.

Am I walking in a strange land? Maybe just new to me. I have a request. I wouldn’t mind a guide. I will not ignore them.

When I look further I see, filtered through the light of a sunny day. All is calm. I am at peace. I feel my heart beating. It is working well.

All the lands that lie before you are yours. No need to run, no need to take, simply look-see.

A rising sun, a rising tide, a rising breath. They all roll together. They are your green rolling hills.

You seek a place to be. You are that place to be. Open the door, enter. Leave, enter again.

You are a passage way always passing. Your steps follow a plan and then no plan.

Your head is in the clouds and then back down on earth.

Nothing is tarnished by your dream. Life loves you. Brings you success. You are all one of a kind.

Sleep well, dream deep.

He is a man dreaming too.