Authored: August 28, 2017

I awoke as if I had been in a dream.
Found myself on a bridge shrouded in mist
All around was the condensation of deep mist
There were no shadows in this mist.

I saw a figure on a bike slowly approach
A man
His figure grew distinct
And I gasped
He had my face, much older
And he whistled as he looked at me
As he passed on by
Smiling.

And he/I moved back into the mist
Around me was silence
The whistling faded away to silence
I started to walk into the mist on that bridge.

As I took a step and then another
I saw the mist become waves around me
And there were moments between waves
A clarity
The stars shone
The birth and death of suns
I saw.

The mist became drops of rain falling around me
On me.

A brilliance as I saw a Star Become a Black Hole
A radiance as I saw a planet condense and form
A sublime realisation of the first stirrings of Life
Consciousness
Nature awoke and evolution began its work.

The bridge faded as I closed my eyes
Dispersing into atoms
We are part of this Universe.

Are not dreams but lucid states of being?
Our minds are our own solar systems
Imagination feeds the synapses
Consciousness between the Maniforms
Phases of Space, Matter, Time and Life.