Allow yourself to sink into your bed,
Casting aside all the thoughts of the day,
And as you lavish in the covers,
Feel your body melting into relaxation,
And as you feel your body relax,
Let your mind open to visions and dreams.
Take a moment to find yourself in an art gallery with magnificently high ceilings and hundreds of paintings adorning the walls.
It's the middle of the night,
And you can see thousands of glistening stars through the glass ceiling.
You're standing in the center of a large hall next to a marble statue of a discus thrower,
A young Grecian man bathed in soft moonlight.
The statue is milky smooth on the surface,
With fine,
Pristine details of the face and body and muscles sculpted with perfection.
The discus thrower looks as if he's coiled up and ready to release all of humankind's potential in a single throw.
You close your eyes and imagine the discus player coming to life and releasing the discus.
The discus is unleashed into the night sky and flying higher and higher until it's out of sight.
As you gaze at the discus thrower,
The milky smooth marble softens into skin,
And you take your hand and it pulls you onto the platform.
He smiles and raises his arm,
And with his arms in the air,
Figures from the paintings gingerly step out onto the floor.
Sculptures unwind and walk about.
The air is perfumed with the fragrance of sweet wildflowers and freshly baked bread,
As well as dusting powder and cologne,
All from the figures in the artwork.
A woman stops by the platform,
Sharing goblets of drinks with you and the discus thrower.
She moves about the gallery,
Offering her drinks to all.
You sip the drink,
Enjoying its taste and the warm feeling of relaxation it brings.
Then a woman with honey-colored hair trots a dappled gray horse through the hall.
Proud and stately,
The woman smiles and pauses to tap goblets with the discus player,
Then with you,
Before trotting off to somewhere else.
Around the hallway,
You notice that figures from the art are now real people that stop and chat with one another,
Embracing and laughing like dear old friends.
Two fishermen walk by with a casting net in their arm,
And the discus thrower asks where their boat is.
The fishers laugh and point to a wall,
Where a brown wooden boat with sails like canopies sits in the middle of a painting.
In the distance,
You notice a man with a gray bowler hat and pinstripe suit,
Waltzing with a woman with pink ribbons in her hair and dress.
So beautiful,
And while watching the figures from the art come together,
There's an understanding of community,
Of how everyone contributes,
And everyone gives something back.
After a moment,
You notice the discus thrower standing up on the platform,
And his discus slowly returning to his hand.
He gently leads you off of the platform,
Then repositions himself just as he was when you first saw him.
Gradually then,
The other pieces of art quietly reassemble themselves,
Blending back into paintings and recreating their poses as sculptures.
A hush falls over the gallery,
Quiet and contemplative,
And you take in all the beauty around you.
Your time at the gallery draws to a close,
And you leave,
Walking into night's cool air,
Peaceful and fulfilled with a new awareness that art is the story of life,
The story of us,
And that you too have a story to create.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
