it is odd, but it seems most of my dreams arrive in naps rather than night time of late.
this time, i am in what can only be described as a cave. but it is unlike any cave i’ve ever seen. it has the shapes and forms of long lives within it – some ancient hands having set their mark throughout and made of it a peaceful retreat, perhaps a place of meditation.
it is dim, but not dark. ambient light from small candles set into alcoves, scattered at odd locations but it seems the placement has to do with insuring consistency and not aesthetics.
in the center of the chamber, where i find myself, there is a large well. it’s sides are smoothed rock that show no signs of tool or torment. it looks as it it grew up from the cave floor. harmonious, as strange as that seems. in the middle, there is a platform upon which a large statue rests. arched tunnels leads off into numerous directions, but the statue has caught my attention.
the statue is of an indiscriminate one, impossible to tell if male or female, for it is garbed in a fluid robe and cowl that hides its features even as it outlines their humanoid shape. it would seem to be a single statue, but for the fact there are six sets of shoulders and heads. they all meld into a single torso and lower body. the effect is anything but disturbing, even as it crosses my mind that it should be disturbing.
a light chuckle wafts over my left shoulder and a calm voice says, ‘it is not disturbing because there is understanding.’ i turn and look into the eyes of a man. he is not much younger than me, though his face holds a light that seem ancient. he wears a more casual version of the robe upon the statue, the hood slung back to fold over his shoulders, revealing sandy hair and a peaceful face.
‘i cannot say i understand. but perhaps you do. will you tell me of it?’ he nods, and walks in front of me, making hand signs as he reaches the border of the well and settling to sit upon its edge. beckoning to me, he smiles and indicates that i should sit with him.
i do not remember the rest of the conversation. only that it was insightful and informative. the only thing i do remember was his explanation of the statue… but not the exact words, just the meaning. the statue is a memorial to their philosophy of interdependance and in honor and commemoration of the six who are one — you, me, he, she, them, and all.
i woke up trying to remember the rest of the conversation, but it was already gone. the only sense remaining was deep peace, something of a pensive ache, and a sense of deja vu.
made me sigh, but i’m not sure why.