Thursday, August 5, 2010
I had a very vivid dream long ago about a monastery, and sky blue robed monks. There were newly built pagodas sitting in pastel green fields of grass. I could smell the fresh cut wood they were made from. I remember in this dream running up the new wooden stairs with many other boys.
Monastery lads decked in simple robes the color of the afternoon sky.
I remember gardens of crystals, and tall dark blue mountains in the distance. There was music too. A kind I's never heard before. Played by instruments I didn't recognize.
I always felt that someday I would find this place. I always felt that this was where I was supposed to be, and this dream was calling me home.