1987 I had a dream/vision where I was sitting in
the middle of an open field meditating. My head
gradually began to fill up with light. And then,
while still within the dream, I opened my eyes.
There in front of me was the most wonderful Moon
rising in the night sky. My attention remained
riveted on the Moon, which now began to change
color. It was delightfully changing from one
color to another in a continual steam of
transformation.When I awoke, I immediately wrote
the following poem.". . . Roderick
Yes, I can see
So plainly in the Moon,
Turning red and yellow and
In the autumn night.
Yes, I can hear it now
So clearly with the squawking
Flying for warmer fields.
The harvest is finished
And the old forms
Are all dying now,
Left as corn stalks
In fields planted millenniums
We are turning the corner now,
And a new horizon
Is coming into view.
Look out your window!
The Earth is shedding
Her skin like a snake,
And the children
Are leaving their beds