I remember a time
When dreams were worshipped.
As I danced – a shaman on the Savannah –
One with my friendly flames,
The fire and I both bonded
As in the surety of our deaths.
The fire dared me let myself be,
His pirouetting partner
His sparring accomplice.
And hence my mind was freed
From the burden of my body.
Like a fawning mother of a new-born babe
Always afraid to let go,
Torn between love, fear and longing –
Seeks a strong friend to trust, if just for so long
While she sings and rushes again like the girl in her heart,
In the fire my mind found solace.
This, redoubled with the chorus
Of drums and claps and exhortations to the Goddess –
And soon I felt my spirit humbled
In the presence of the All and the One
I dreamed as I danced.
Such fantastic dreams –
Transcending time and space itself it would seem,
As I peered from the stars
And saw through the eyes of wasps and moths as they followed
Who knows what.
From my feelings which pervaded not only me but my surroundings
And they swarmed and danced around me
Like the smell of flowers and of sweat and hot breath and of love –
As would allow my body to withstand
And soon there I was – a naked man who was shaking
From having been more than man
I shook his hand like an old friend who in passing
Tells you great tales of his amassing
And you hug till we meet again, Old Friend –
I smiled at the fire
His nanny duties now over
He settled into his embers
For a nap -He would revive tomorrow.
And my village shared in my vision
And we felt in our oneness
Under the moon at once
Our greatness and solitude
And it filled our hearts with joy.
And we smiled and hugged and retired
To the lap of our Earth mother
To suckle in the milky night’s bosom of dreams
That each I in the village worshiped.
(V S Vaidyanathan is an LSD member. He is currently overdosing on self exploration.)