“The trees put forth their leaves in their sleep, and flowering emerge out of dreams, into pure I Am.
“The birds forget the stress of their dreams, and sing aloud in the Now, I Am! I Am!
“For dreams have wings and feet, and journeys to take, and efforts to make.
“But the glimmering Snake of the Now is wingless and footless, and undivided, and perfectly coiled.
“It is thus the cat lies down, in the coil of Now, and the cow curves round her nose to her belly, lying down.
“In the feet of a dream the hare runs uphill. But when he pauses, the dream has passed, he has entered the timeless Now, and his eyes are the wide I Am.
“Only man dreams, dreams, and dreams, and changes from dream to dream, like a man who tosses on his bed.
“With his eyes and his mouth he dreams, with his hands and his feet, with phallos and heart and belly, with body and spirit and soul, in a tempest of dreams.
“And rushes from dream to dream, in the hope of the perfect dream.
“But I, I say to you, there is no dream that is perfect, for every dream has an ache and an urge, an urge and an ache.