Dreamlike Did a ten hour day yesterday, but the stillness of the morning is the shout of Shiva, the baring of the implicit order* a red carpet invitation full of joyful presence. And in mingling with the morning, the soft space of the heart prevails in the no-where of all places, devouring the illusions formed by shallow appearances, rendering hardness and solidity into the stuff of dreams. May 15, 2001 (1 of 2)