The Hundred And Forty Fifth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

And to my Lord this morning I spoke of last night’s dream. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I was on a ship, following the silver thread that connects all things to each other, if only you can stay upon its path. And beside us sat a Lady, of compassion unsurpassed, and the infinite benevolence that grants it. And when she told us her name, we wept with joy, for it was mine also, and yours, and that of our sisters, and our brothers, and our mothers, and our fathers, our friends, our lovers, our mentors, our tutors, our teachers, our soldiers, our servants, our scholars, our singers, our dancers, our artists, our poets, our gardeners, our farmers, our sowers, our reapers.”