This morning just before waking.
I had a dream ... not a dream ... I was aware ... not just a thought ... but a combination of thought and emotion. A perfect combination that will now be relayed in imperfect words. A flock of birds performed a dance in the sky. They darted and dashed ... flew high and then dove and then lifted and danced some more. They were white birds ... small and delicate .... light as the breeze ... dancing against a deep blue sky. I was one with them. I was one of them. I was each of them. I was all of them. I was none of them. I could see them. I could be them. And I danced in the sky.