BEAUTIFUL FACES

Teachings that come in dreams are easily lost, so teasing, ephemeral,yet no use grabbing at them fist-like, crushing dream-diamonds to sand. Last night I woke from a dream of facespoised between the male and female and me as a dream figure there in the field among themmeditating, knees bending flat to the ground,ideal posture: legs tucked, spine straight -- mountain-like -- a dignity I lack in waking life, for there my knees strain upward, ungainly. This dream-story focused on those faces blending the genders,skillful means and wisdom united. The dream was telling me such union would henceforth be my prime devotion,to rise up from meditative calm and go about the brutal worldreflecting grace. So, there on my cushionmy dreamed knees at last kept flatly down...wait, wait, let me experiment with them herein the so-called "real,"in this actual body, fierce of will, frail, daunted by pride.