You can, he said, go from layer to layer in your dreams,
each one taking you to a deeper dimension.
And some cultures say the dream worlds are more real
than the reality of your so-called waking life.
So that night I imagined my consciousness was a pebble,
sinking as I slept, deeper and deeper, into new worlds.
And their light grew and wore colors I couldn’t name
and danced to an unknown symphony.
And when I woke and opened my eyes to gaze
at the window, it was etched with the scenes
that I had just dreamed. And I knew
we are more than we know.