I see the lantern everywhere
and in my sleep as recurring
dreams have brought with them
a place in the empty field
filled with light and hope.
In my weakened state I cling
to this vision as the hours
and days pass and there is
seemingly no end in sight.
I cling to a vision of the buddha
ascending mountain steps
into the clouds.
With feet bound to this earth
they walk amongst ancient giants
guiding the universe since birth.
With feet free of the earth they
gather light and expose the
shadows and creatures in the forests.
