TENT DREAMS ON THE OMANI PLAIN

I feel like lying back on a high cliff, and howling at the moon for the sheer joy making myself a reverberation in the absolute silence of the night.

Then, crawling into my tent and going into a deep sleep and dreaming.

We know these kind of tent dreams. They reveal only a sliver of moonlight of self. I am guessing this is what the full moon does for some people, call up some primieval longing.

I am remembering that time as a child, when I lay back on the haystack, the fragrant smell of the comforting clover permeating the air as if the wind were driven by the thickness of the air itself, almost like being carried in a current underwater, the water of the air encapsulating me in a profound world of absolute bouyant silence, except for hearing-smelling-feeling of one's own world.

Around me, the blue glow of the moonlight on a nearby, rusting farm husker, and the silvery tin roof of the barn all glowing in that night sky -- so much to smell in that monochromatic silvery, yet amber quiet that you can feel your breath moving in and out, from the inside out.

The distant echoing sound of the cattle lowing. The nearby snort of a horse from the barn. The rustling as a kitten as it runs across the silver layers of the sweet grass. Imagining a cow jumping over the moon. A brother, had said something about a needle in a haystack and a camel that goes through the eye of the needle. The man in the moon. And, an ostrich with its head buried in the ground, with eggs so big that it would take a week to eat through the scrambled yolk within the shell. And, that needle somewhere in the hay, how long it would take to find the adventure of the unknown future.

No one could have imagined all this.

This world of shelled innocence in moonlight reflection.

The sky is glowing again tonight. It is the kind of night, that one just wants to lie back and enjoy the sound of silence, and imagine the connectiveness it all, and of others doing the same in the absolute silence of everything this late-early promising hour of the morning.