Drei Cookies

Aum,
sang Chica,
awakening love
in all she encountered
as she walked
home

♫ ♫ ♫

Choose a subject
name a price,
get a poem
read the sign
on the wooden table
in front of Chica’s typewriter

Would you write for me a poem
about the color green?
asked the girl
I offer you three hundred dollars
or three wishes

I’d like three wishes, please

And so Chica began to write
a poem
about the color green

♫ ♫ ♫

Thank you,
said the girl
It’s beautiful
The most beautiful words ever written
for me
Thank you
Take this jar
Inside are three cookies
Each cookie will grant you a wish
if you eat it
slowly
and mindfully

Thank you

The girl bowed slightly
and walked away
disappearing

♫ ♫ ♫

Servus, Chica

Servus, Blume

Was hättest Du gern?

Ich hätte gern ein bißel was zu essen

Magst Du ein bißel Pollen?

Ja, gern
Danke
Drei Cookies habe ich schon,
aber ich sollte sie noch nicht essen
Mir ist es lieber zu warten,
bis ich weiß,
was ich mir sonst wünsche
Jedes Cookie wird mir einen Wunsch erfüllen,
und ich möchte sie nicht verschwenden

Und so aß Chica
Pollen der Blume
Und sobald sie satt war,
wurde sie in ein Schmetterling verwandelt,
und dann flog sie herum,
alle Blumen im Feld besuchend

♫ ♫ ♫

Im Wald,
ein Mensch wieder,
erwachte sie

Ich wünsche mir nichts,
dachte Chica,
weil ich ja alles schon habe,
was ich brauche
Ich selber bin die Liebe
Ich bin Gott
Aber trotzdem möchte ich
ein Cookie essen

Und so aß sie eines der drei Zauberkekse
und ging spazieren

♫ ♫ ♫

Servus, Chica

Servus, Baum

Geh ein bißchen weiter,
bis zum Zentrum
des Waldes,
bis zum Zentrum
deines Wesens
Die Wolkenkunst
fingt bald an

Danke, Baum

Und so ging Chica
zur Wiese,
die im Zentrum des Waldes lag
Sie legte sich hin
auf dem Gras
und sah nach oben,
die Wolken beobachten,
wie sie Form annahmen
und sich auflösten

♫ ♫ ♫

Und Chica auch
löste sich aus,
und fing eine Reise an,
eine Reise nach nirgendwohin,
eine Reise nach innen

♫ ♫ ♫

Danke, Cookie
Danke dir

Bitte
Es ist schön,
daß wir reden können

Ja

Du bist in mir,
und ich bin in dir

Ja

Dualität gibt es nicht

Ja,
so ist es

Es gibt keine Probleme
in diesem Raum
Hier kannst du einfach sein

Cookie hörte auf zu reden,
und schwieg weiterhin,
und Chica reiste weiter
nach innen

♫ ♫ ♫

Nach einer Weile
fing Chica zu merken an,
daß ihr ganzes Körper
vibrierte
und zwar sehr intensiv

Und von der Tiefe ihrer Seele
began sie zu singen

Sie sang
und sang
bis sie ins Gesang
verwandelt wurde

Dann
began sie zu schweben
Formlos,
zeitlos,
als Gesang
reiste sie überallhin
Überall war sie

♫ ♫ ♫

Und dann später
in der Stille des Nichts
schwieg Chica
in der Stille ihres Wesens

♫ ♫ ♫

Iß mich

Wie heißt du denn?

Cookie der Liebe

Wer ist noch da?
Cookie der Weisheit

Und wen habe ich schon gegessen?

Cookie Ungenannt

Okay

Und so Chica grub
in ihre Tasche
bis sie Cookie der Liebe
fand
Und dann aß sie es

Plötzlich wurde ihr ganzes Wesen
mit Liebe erfüllt,
und Liebe strahlt
von ihr aus

♫ ♫ ♫

Wie Jesus und Mohammed,
wie der Buddha
ging Chica weiter,
reine Liebe,
heilend
mit ihrem Gesang:
Ich bin alles,
alles ist in mir
Und es gibt keinen Unterschied
zwischen mir und dir

♫ ♫ ♫

Und am Ende des Tages
kam sie in einem Dorf an,
wo sie bemerkte,
daß sie mit den Tieren
reden könnte

Miau

Miau

Streichle mich,
bitte
Dafür schnurre ich dir ein Lied vor

Und als Chica die Katze
zu streicheln an fing,
began die Katze zu schnurren

Und das Schnurern war so schön,
daß sie die Katze zu streicheln
nicht aufhören könnte
Die ganze Nacht sangen die Beiden,
manchmal zusammen,
manchmal allein

♫ ♫ ♫

Und in der Früh
als die Sonne die Landschaft
zu färben began,
hörte Chica
von der Tiefe ihren Tasche
eine leise Stimme

Guten morgen, Chica

Grüß dich, Cookie

Was meinst du?
Hast du Lust mich auch zu essen?

Ja

Und so aß Chica das Cookie der Weisheit
Und Vögel begannen zu singen
Und Chica sang mit:
Nichts bin ich,
ja, ich bin nichts

♫ ♫ ♫

“Love says ‘I am everything’
Wisdom says ‘I am nothing’
Between the two,
my life flows”¹

Und so war es
Zwischen der Liebe
und der Weisheit
fließte Chica

¹ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Coming Home

Looking for a home,
village to village,
drumming, dancing, and dreaming with the villagers,
Cedric travelled

And after having visited many, many villages,
Cedric came to a village
called Here and Now

And it was there that he was invited to stay

As he approached the village,
walking as usual,
Cedric sensed something special

Trees grew everywhere
And every kind of tree:
trees from Africa,
trees from Asia,
trees from California

And the trees told him their stories
as he drew closer to the village
They told him what they felt,
what they wished for
And they told him that each one of them
hoped to one day
become a drum

So Cedric paused on the road
and took out his drum
and played a song for the trees
And the trees danced in the wind,
and the birds sang a song of welcome

♫ ♫ ♫

And the villagers heard Cedric’s song
and they came out to greet him
They brought flowers and incense,
and they invited him
to enter their village

All through the day and into the night
they sang and danced,
ate and drank,
and told stories

♫ ♫ ♫

And by the end of night,
as the moon gave space to the sun,
the villagers had offered Cedric a home with them,
and Cedric had decided to stay

Together they drank the sacred honey
from the sacred cup,
sang the sacred songs
and played the sacred drums

And in the days that followed
they built him a home,
made of trees and stone,
and filled it with music and love

Dreams became real
and one night a girl with a kalimba
came to Cedric in his dreams
and played for him her song

♫ ♫ ♫

And in the morning
when he walking in the forest,
Cedric met the girl with the kalimba
She played him her song and then he played her his
And then the sky filled with rainbows
and together they returned
to their home

You’re in China, man

Where am I?

You’re on the circle line, dude

Where?

In Beijing, man

Beijing?

You’re in China, man

Scott looked around the carriage,
thanked the man,
and got off at the next stop

♫ ♫ ♫

I’m sorry,
I don’t speak Chinese,
said the girl

Do you speak English?

Yes

Where are you from?

Hanoi

Right on
What are you doing here?

Not much
I just got here

Yeah, me too

Then Scott took his guitar out of its case
and began to play,
and people began to gather round
and some began to dance

♫ ♫ ♫

You stop make noise,
said the policewoman

I speak Chinese

Stop making that noise

It’s music, sister

I’m not your sister

At the subatomic level
we’re all brothers and sisters, babe
Would you like to sing?

I only sing at karaoke

Want to try singing
here
and now?

I don’t know that song

I mean
would you like to sing
while I play?
You can just tone if you like

Okay

And so he played
while she sang
the letter “e”

♫ ♫ ♫

Would you like to have a beer with me
after I get off work?

Um,
I’ve never gone out with a cop before

I promise I won’t arrest you

Well, okay

I’ll come back
in about an hour

And she did
and off they went

♫ ♫ ♫

So what happened?

I don’t know, man.
I went outside to make a call,
and the next thing I knew
I woke up on the subway in Beijing
without any money,
and without my passport

How’d you get back?

I walked mostly,
and sometimes I hitched a ride
And I made music
in exchange for food
and a place to sleep

How’d you get across the border?

I played and sang a lullaby
until all the guards on both sides
fell asleep
Then I just walked across

Cool, man

Square in nature

Andrei awoke
to the sound of strumming
and realized that he was
inside a guitar

Light shone through the sound hole
and he managed to climb up
and slip through the strings

♫ ♫ ♫

Remembering his mission,
Andrei set off to find out
what was square in nature

Dodging the ants
as best he could,
engaging, occasionally, in battle with them,
he observed the treasures
they carried
to their home:
hexagonal fragments
of honeycomb,
triangular chips,
pentagonal slices of star fruit,
and salt crystals
that were square

♫ ♫ ♫

His mission accomplished,
Andrei got back into the guitar
and waited
until someone came and played

It wasn’t long,
and as the music moved
faster and louder,
Andrei was transported back
to his time and place

A new vibration

One morning
Anh decided to go for a walk
in the mountains
to look for a cave she had heard about
And so she set off
while the birds were singing
hello

♫ ♫ ♫

Into the forest she walked,
and she was greeted by oak and pine,
redwood and zebrawood,
cedar and jacaranda,
and every other
kind of tree

♫ ♫ ♫

After a while she came to a cinnamon grove,
where she lay down
among the leaves
of a cinnamon tree
and soon began
to dream

♫ ♫ ♫

You will only find it
if you don’t really care
whether you find it
or not,
said Cinnamon Dream
This way or that,
yes or no,
rain or shine,
either way is fine

♫ ♫ ♫

Anh awoke
and continued on through the forest
until she came
to a large meadow,
where millions of flowers
of every kind
danced in the wind:
agapantha, marijuanita, protia,
peace flowers, winter flowers, hoa buom

Anh oi

Oi
Hey, you can talk!

Of course
All flowers can talk
Most humans don’t hear us
because one can only hear subtle voices
when the mind is quiet,
when one is fully present
in the moment

Do you have a message for me?

In the mountain over there
something interesting
you might find

Thank you, Flower

You’re welcome

And so Anh walked
slowly
through the meadow
in no hurry
towards the mountain,
pausing
for moments,
sometimes hours,
along the way
to talk with other flowers

♫ ♫ ♫

When she came to the foot
of the mountain,
Anh sat down,
closed her eyes
and began to feel
the mountain’s energy

♫ ♫ ♫

After some time,
and with her eyes still closed,
Anh stood up
and walked along the edge
of the mountain
until she sensed
the mouth of a cave
She opened her eyes
and entered

As her eyes adjusted
to the change in light,
she began to notice drawings
on the walls,
and when she could see
like a cat,
she began to walk
deeper
into the cave,
in a gradual spiral
to the left

♫ ♫ ♫

Now and then Anh paused
to look at a drawing,
and then she moved on
until she came to one
that seemed to be alive
She sat down
on the ground
and looked at it
for awhile

♫ ♫ ♫

A sense of invitation
pulsated through the drawing,
so Anh stepped into the image
and through
to the other side,
where she embraced
a new vibration

Moon glasses

The moon had risen
and owls were singing

To see better
the flow of energy
and the heart of all matter,
Anh put on her moon glasses
and decided to go for a walk

A chorus of frogs, insects, and birds
and few other beings
greeted her as she made her way
through the forest

♫ ♫ ♫

As she walked,
she saw how she was part of the forest,
how she and the forest
were one

Feeling the vibrations
of the trees she passed,
feeling at home,
feeling in tune,
Anh flowed

♫ ♫ ♫

Upon reaching a clearing,
she paused
to watch a group of elephants
dance
to the rhythm of the night

♫ ♫ ♫

Welcome, Anh
Come dance with us,
they called to her

So she joined the elephants
and danced throughout the night with them,
releasing her worries
and absorbing love

♫ ♫ ♫

In the morning
as the elephants showered,
Anh said her goodbyes

No longer in need of glasses
to sense what was real,
she continued
on her way

The forest dwellers

It was autumn again
and Andrei set off
for a walk in the forest
to gather magic mushrooms
He knew the forest well,
and it had been his friend for years

♫ ♫ ♫

When by nightfall he had not returned home,
his friends began to worry,
for every year a number of people went into the forest
and never came out again

He’s been taken by the forest,
said some

Perhaps he was eaten by a bear,
said others

The next morning they searched the forest,
from dawn until dusk,
in vain
They found only some shiitake mushrooms,
which they took home and ate

♫ ♫ ♫

Welcome, Andrei,
said one of the forest dwellers

Thank you

Your friends think you got lost,
but we know the truth
Now that you are here

you can never go back
to the way you were

Yes, Mushrooms just enlightened me
Now I know what is real
and what is not

Some of us came here
to the forest
to get away from others,
some in search of a different way
of life,
and some were just out for a walk,
perhaps in search of Mushrooms
And like you,
all of us ate Mushrooms
and decided to stay
in this space
We are vibrating at such a high level
that those who come looking for us
cannot see us
unless we choose to show ourselves

I see

And so Andrei became one of the forest dwellers,
became one with them
and with the forest

Walkabout

One morning Jason woke up
and decided to go walkabout
He packed a few things
and said goodbye to his friends,
and while they played and sang
a song for the road,
he walked away

♫ ♫ ♫

Dropping jacaranda seeds
along the way,
Jason left a trail of trees,
so that one day he would be able
to find his way home

♫ ♫ ♫

Hey, man
Got any spare change?
asked a beggar

No, man
I’m broke, too
Would you accept a song?

Sure

And so Jason took out his guitar
and began to play,
and when he began to sing,
a rainbow came flying through the sky
and landed nearby,
illuminating a pot of gold
in some tall grass

What’s mine is yours,
said Jason

Yes, let’s share it,
agreed the beggar

And so they helped themselves
to pieces of gold,
and then continued on
their separate ways

♫ ♫ ♫
Jason,
Come home with me tonight,
said Temptation

Okay

And so he went
to bed with Temptation
and stayed the night

♫ ♫ ♫

Stay forever
here with me
Be mine,
Jason

I cannot stay
I must be free
to love
I am a bee
I visit many flowers

And so Jason took leave
of Temptation
and continued down his path,
picking flowers along the way

♫ ♫ ♫

And as he wandered
through a meadow
with millions of flowers
swaying for attention,
one called out

Hello, Jason

G’day, Flower

Would you like to try my pollen?

Well, yes
I would

Then come inside me

And so Jason entered Flower

♫ ♫ ♫

I am a free flower, you know
Many bees visit me

I don’t mind

You’re welcome back anytime

Thank you
for the moment

And then Jason headed off
towards the sound of drumming,
and as he drew near,
he slipped into another vibration

♫ ♫ ♫

Welcome to the circle,
drummed the drummers

So Jason took out his djembe,
joined the circle
and began to play

♫ ♫ ♫

And as the drummers drummed,
a voice from another dimension
began to send out waves of love

♫ ♫ ♫

The drummers stopped
and magic space music
filled the air

Welcome to the sacred family,
Jason
We have three messages for you:

Quality over quantity

Live
and die
like a flower

Be love

Thank you,
brothers
Thank you,
sisters

Would you like a cookie
for the road?

I reckon that’d be nice
Thank you

And so Jason ate
a space cookie
and took off

♫ ♫ ♫

Overflowing with love,
Jason became a magnet,
attracting love,
harmony,
peace

Life is a precious moment
filled with love,
he thought
as he wandered
from village to village,
allowing himself to be seduced
by life

Singing and playing
for his meals,
for a bed;
befriending all,
Jason traveled,
in tune

Super Paul

Hello

Hello, Paul?

Yes

My name is Sexyko
I know it is very late
I’m sorry
I need your help

What can I do for you?

Can you please come over to my place?
I’m alone tonight
and I’d rather not be
I got your number from a friend
She recommended you

Yes, okay
Send me your address
and I’ll be there soon

♫ ♫ ♫

Thank you for coming, Paul

My pleasure

And mine too, I hope

♫ ♫ ♫

Hallo

Paul?

Oui

My name is Akiko
My friend, Sexyko, gave me your number
She said you were doing some research,
and I’d like to help

And soon Paul was on his way again
driving through the night

♫ ♫ ♫

Paul, come to Long Bien Bridge
as quickly as you can

Another jumper?

Yes

I’ll be right there

♫ ♫ ♫

Xin Chào

Xin Chào

Have you been in the river before?

No

It’s not very nice
Kind of dirty
I can think of some nicer things to do
Would you like to come over to my place?

Well, okay

And so Paul and the girl got on his bike
and rode away

♫ ♫ ♫

You can’t have me, Paul
until you find a way to my heart

Romantiko hung up the phone,
but Paul wasn’t worried
He slung his guitar across his back,
got on his bike,
and raced across town,
joining,
for a moment,
the racers
as they circled the lake

♫ ♫ ♫

Paul plugged his guitar into the neighborhood PA system
and began to play
a song of love

And soon the whole neighborhood was watching
to see what would happen

And it wasn’t long
before Romantiko came to the window
and lowered a rope ladder

The neighbors cheered and whistled,
and Paul climbed up the ladder

♫ ♫ ♫

Are you Super Paul?

You can just call me Paul

You have been following me

Yes, I couldn’t help it
You are like a magnet
You seduced me without trying
You are like kryptonite
I am powerless to resist your charms

Well, I hope you regain a bit of your power
when we get to your place
Or would you prefer to come to mine?

♫ ♫ ♫

And so it continued,
night after night,
day after day

Paul passed his time
helping girls in times of need

Cyclo

Get in
and I’ll take you
to one of my
favorite places
When we get there,
you can pay
or give
what you like

That was what was written
on the wooden sign
hanging from the front of the old black cyclo,
its cushions soft and green,
the wooden armrests sanded smooth
and smelling of coconut oil
Rising from a small hole in an armrest
a stick of incense burned,
and from a thin glass vase
that rested in a hole in the other
a flower sent out love

♫ ♫ ♫

In the late morning
on a cool, clear autumn day
an old man got in,
and he did not say a word
Silent as well,
the cyclo driver set off
to one of his favorite places

♫ ♫ ♫

After a while they arrived
at an old tea house
Inside it was calm and peaceful
In low tones some of the patrons spoke,
while others sat in silence,
sipping their tea,
reading,
writing,
watching

Would you like to join me
for a cup of tea,
asked the old man?

I’d like that very much,
replied the driver

So in they went
and slipped out of time

♫ ♫ ♫

In the afternoon,
after his nap,
the cyclo driver awaited
his next fare

It wasn’t long before a young girl,
climbed into the cyclo
and said,
Let’s go!

And off they went,
winding their way
through narrow streets,
the scent of the hoa sua trees
in the air

♫ ♫ ♫

He took her to Lenin Park,
to a place where people were drumming,
and when they got there,
the little girl asked,
Would you like to dance?

And so they danced,
the cyclo driver
and the little girl,
to the rhythms of the drums,
to the singing of the birds,
to the sound of the wind
as it passed by

♫ ♫ ♫

As the sun was setting
and clouds danced,
pink, purple and orange
filling the sky,
a cat jumped into the cyclo

Meow

Okay

And off they went
from here to there,
while the day turned
into night

♫ ♫ ♫

Across Long Bien Bridge,
and then down to the river
they rode

The insect orchestra
is about to begin
Enjoy

The cat purred loudly
and then jumped down into the grass
and walked away,
her tail swaying
to and fro

♫ ♫ ♫

In the early evening
a young woman
got into the cyclo and sat down

I’m a bit hungry,
she said

I know just the place

And along the tree-lined streets
they rode,
turning here
and turning there,
the scent of incense
drifting through the air

♫ ♫ ♫

Kem xôi!
My favorite!

Mine too

Will you join me?

With pleasure

And so they sat down
at a little plastic table,
on little plastic chairs
Sidewalk cuisine
at its best

♫ ♫ ♫

I can’t walk as far as I used to,
said an old woman
as she climbed in and sat down

And off they went,
slowly,
gently,
carefully avoiding
all the bumps and dips

♫ ♫ ♫

Shall I buy one ticket
or two?
asked the old woman
when they pulled up in front of
Cinematheque

Two

And in the dark they watched some scenes
glide across a screen
to the sounds of a forest
at night

♫ ♫ ♫

I’m in a hurry,
said a woman
near the end
of summer

So through the night they rushed,
strands of her silky black hair
brushing against his face

♫ ♫ ♫

They arrived at the train station
in time to decide
between the last two trains
of the night

Will you take $500
or would you rather come with me?

North or South?

It doesn’t matter

I’ll come with you

So into the station they went

Leaving Hanoi

Hey, man
Could you tell me how
to get out of this place?

It ain’t easy, dude
I’ve been trying to leave for years
There’s thirty-six streets
and five gates:
One leads to Lao,
another to Cambodia,
one to China,
one to the ocean,
and one to nirvana
You’ve gotta somehow make your way
to one of those gates
and slip through

Thanks, man

Anytime

So Scott shouldered his bag,
slung his guitar across his back
and headed down the road

♫ ♫ ♫

Upon reaching Guitar Street
Scott turned left
and entered the third shop on the right

Good morning
What can I do for you?

I could use some new strings

Regular or magic?

Magic, please

Just got these ones in
Made by a guitar wizard from Lao
With them on your guitar
you can go anywhere
Doors will open

What do I owe you?
Nothin’, man
Magic can’t be bought or sold
It must be given freely

Dude, you’re too kind

And take this magic guitar pick
Just hold it in your hand
and you will become a channel
for music from other dimensions
You won’t be able to choose
what is played,
but the Guitar Spirits always play
what is right
for the moment

Right on

And so Scott put the magic strings on his guitar,
took leave
and continued on his way,
leaving a trail of magic notes
dancing in the air
behind him
as he walked and played

♫ ♫ ♫

How much is a one-way ticket?
Scott asked

A few million

Thanks
I’ll be back in awhile

Scott walked to Busker’s Lane
and soon a crowd had gathered,
drawn towards the music
as if an irresistible magnet
were at play

♫ ♫ ♫

Money rained into his guitar case,
and when Scott felt that he had enough,
he wandered back
to the station

I’ve got the money

Have you got a visa?

I didn’t think I’d need one

Things have changed
Now they only let in people
who can show that they understand
the importance of community
and that they can get along well
with others

And so Scott left the station
again

♫ ♫ ♫

And as he drew near
the town circle
Scott began to dance
to the rhythm of drums,
his soul syncing with the vibration,
which extended welcome

He joined the circle
and sat down,
accepted an offered drum
and began to play
a variation,
different
yet the same

♫ ♫ ♫

Hey, man,
that was nice
You fit right in

Thanks, brother

If you go to my website
in a little while,
you’ll find a link
to a recording of the music we just made

Cool, man
Thanks

And then Scott wandered off
in search of something
to eat

♫ ♫ ♫

As he was walking
Scott became aware
of the scent of basil
everywhere
He turned left
and went down a small lane
which was lined with hundreds of basil plants
of every kind

He entered a restaurant
and sat down

Welcome
What can I get for you?

I’d like a pesto pizza, please

Coming right up,
said the waitress

And soon enough
a pizza found its way
to Scott
And then another
And then one more
The pesto was so delicious
that he couldn’t stop eating
He had become addicted
and felt he might never be able to leave

Hey, younger sister,
he called out
Your pesto is like kryptonite
It has weakened my resolve
to leave this town
Help me, please
I need to get out of here

Well, I was about to close anyway
It’s naptime, you know
Would you like to join me?

Sure

And so Pesto Girl locked up
and led Scott through a maze
of passages and tunnels,
arriving finally
at her home

Pesto Girl shared
herself with Scott,
and then they rested
and soon began to dream

♫ ♫ ♫

Wakening to the call of a drum
Scott rose and asked,
What’s that?

It’s 4.20
Every day at this time
music which was recorded earlier
somewhere in the city
is broadcast through loud speakers
on every corner
There’s one right outside my window

Thank you
for everything
I have to get going

Be well
You’re welcome back
anytime

And so Scott made his way
back to the station
accompanied by the sound
of drumming

♫ ♫ ♫

The girl at the station
watched the drumming video online
and then said, Okay,
I’ll give you a visa
There’s just one more thing
you need to do
before I can sell you a ticket:
You’ve got to write a poem
about where you’d like
to be

And so Scott took
a ticket application form,
thanked the girl
and headed back
towards the center
to a quiet place
where he could write
about living on the edge
of wilderness
and civilization

♫ ♫ ♫

As Scott wandered
around the city
thinking about the poem
he came to a dead end,
to a wall,
a division
between thought and reality
Writer’s block,
he thought
How am I ever going to get out
of this city?
I’m going to have to write my way out

He sat down
on a wooden crate
and leaned against the wall
He refilled his fountain pen,
took out the ticket application form
and began to write
what he had composed in his mind
thus far
And as Scott, the ink and the paper became one,
thought subsided
and insight and wisdom began
to flow
The wall began to weaken,
and soon it was no more
and Scott was on the other side

♫ ♫ ♫

Back at the station
Scott collected his ticket,
thanked the girl once again
and made his way
towards the gate
at Rainbow Bridge

And as he was walking down Rainbow Way,
a street paved with stones
of every color,
Scott heard the cry of a guard:

Halt!
You can’t go this way
There are ten thousand things
you haven’t yet done

Dude, you’re just a dream,
said Scott to the guard
as he walked on by
And as he walked
he took out his magic pick
and he played them magic strings
on his guitar
The gate opened wide
and Scott walked through
and then across Rainbow Bridge,
as the Rainbow River flowed
below

Space rainbow

The rain had been falling
for hours,
and with it a sense of peacefulness
had descended upon the village

♫ ♫ ♫

And when it stopped,
the flow of day had darkened
and the sky was full of stars

In the distance
the whistle of a train called out,
so Anh walked over to the tracks

All aboard!
whispered the conducter
and Anh got on

Soon underway
the train moved towards a rainbow tunnel
that arched across the tracks
and seemed to extend forever
into the night

♫ ♫ ♫

The train entered the tunnel
and the passengers were illuminated
by rainbow light

Red, orange, and then yellow
Green, blue, and violet
and then finally purple
The train reached the end of the tunnel
and then it took off
and flowed into space

♫ ♫ ♫

The train became pure energy,
the passengers as well
Fulfillment
in the absense of being

In the elephant’s garden

Welcome
to this space, Luke

Thank you

How’d you get here?

I came by mushroom
How about you?

By meditating

Would you like to see my garden?

I’d love too

And off they went,
Luke and Elephant,
to explore

♫ ♫ ♫

Is that a sandalwood tree?

Sure is, Luke

It smells great
Mind if we stop here for awhile?

Not at all
It’s about time for my nap anyway

Yeah, mine too

Goodnap, Luke

Goodnap, Elephant

And so they lay down
beneath the sandalwood tree
and began to dream
within the dream

♫ ♫ ♫

And when they rose,
Luke and Elephant continued
their walk around the garden,
stopping now and then
to hang out with a tree

Hey, Elephant
How old are you?

I’m timeless, Luke,
and so are you

Yeah

This a place where time slows down
and then disappears
We’re on the edge of emptiness,
on the edge of a dream,
on the edge of thought
between illusion and reality

Yeah

Wanna go watch clouds?

That’s exactly what I want to do

And so Luke and Elephant walked over to a meadow,
lay down on the grass
and watched some clouds dance by

♫ ♫ ♫

Hey, Elephant
How did you escape from the dream?

I went through the elephant door

Cool
Is it like a big dog door?

It’s the biggest door imaginable, Luke,
and it’s always open

Where is it?

You’re on the threshold right now, Luke
You just have to quieten your mind
until you can hear infrasound
Then evaporate
and become like a cloud,
ever present,
ever changing,

yet at times without form
Be a cloud, Luke
Just be

In tune with the universe,
Luke began to move
like a cloud
beyond the limits
of imagination,
and then he began to levitate
in the void

♫ ♫ ♫

Luke returned
to moolamaya,
to polyrhythmic thunder,
as thirteen elephants came running
for a visit

Hey, Elephant
Are those your friends?

I hob nob with them
now and then,
but mostly I spend my moments
alone

Tonight we’re going to have some grass
and then make a stomping circle
You can join us if you like

That’d be awesome!

So Luke and the elephants had some grass
and then began to stomp around,
until the circle lost its form
and they all began to dance and leap
and sing

♫ ♫ ♫

Moolamaya, man

Moolamaya, Luke
Enjoy the pleasures of illusion
and remember how to get home