Sitting on a bus,
close to the window
I watch the scenery flash by.
Each frame a different view. Not scenery, no...
rapid snapshots: mystical, fantastical.
How can this be happening I think
to myself. It can't be true – these things don't
happen in real time, I must be dreaming.
I hear my voice say, yes, it can.
I am the creator, the author,
of all of this.
The projection and the observer are inseparable.
Arriving at my destination, I
open my eyes, refreshed and awakened
to this world, the dream lingering....
~ Quang Prasad