For as long as I have lived and I have lived much, and at various stages of life, I have had this dream:

The night is bluish dark. A strange, windy feeling of peace filters through my sleep….. And I am present but bodiless. In this place there is no difference, no separation….. between the feeling and the I! A state that drugs and saints help achieve, I have done neither.

I am the dreamer. The dream had me…….

I approach this house, in a mixture of steps and halted flights. The house is on a hillside, slanted and calm, as if it knows it’s tilted, it knows it is eternal, it will never fall. The closer the house comes to me, the more I feel fulfilled. It is of deep essence, calm joy, as if this is where I belong….. A state of home, a smile, a fragrance! And it has a color:

Luminous blue!

A vine crawls up the steps. The vine sees me watching and

just as every pretty, self-conscious girl, she turns her face. Mounts a steep climb, goes and twirls herself around the pillars of the balcony. The balcony is high. Again, the balcony is a feeling, an open verandah really and the pillars are vertical ideas. For the luminous blue flowers to entwine….

To fill the hills…. To stand me still….

The hills are near but far. They are greenish, my friends in the dark, a support system of an ancient family, a code of strength. That even if I am by myself, I am not alone. With their help I climb the steps, without them I would surely fall! I enter this house, because the blue door enters me. The blue windows open into me, not out. I glide on a walk, I roam in blue. And then the whole house is me. Calm. Dramatically still.

And I hear a smile. Yes I hear a smile!

I am filled with this blue fragrance. Nothing else to be or to do!

Fragrance of jasmine, I am complete, utter blue.