Strange Vision

Vishnu sits before the blue ocean
green flames rising from his eyebrows
He beckons me with three long fingers
I approach.  Behind me
the crowd oms perpetually
I pause not knowing what to expect
then I am Vishnu
facing the crowd
smiling

I beckon another
who replaces me

I fly up to the stars
and dwell among them for eons

Reborn as an eskimo child
I play in the ice
craving seal fat
warmly wrapped in skins

A forest bursts into fire
orange butterflies swarm
high high into the blue sky