Last night

        Before I fell asleep
I walked through the chest of an eagle
    and I was then a serene mountain off in the distance
I was the trees, long and short, old and new
                         aware of the mountain
Last night also
            I was the gentle stream
       I was a pond
and I was also the swan in the pond. 

I was the wind moving through space.

           As if
                    I was not in my bed at all.

That was last night.
Now that I am awake and senses fail me,

deep inside
               remains still-
these feelings of all that
I Am.