Kundalini Splendor

a dream at night by jane green

i found myself digging in a garden with shovel and spade in each hand.

i found myself dressed for weather, heavy pants, boots and sweater, gloves and hat.

i found myself digging and discovered a proverbial treasure, an illuminating nimbus, an unexpected wonder.

i stripped myself, opened my body, radiated like a star, a pluse of silence, captured a fragment, laced it with gold.

i wear it now, that pulse and fragment, and keep on digging, most of the time, even at night.