I’m Listening, I say, as I close my eyes.
There appears the lapis, azure and aqua feathers of a head-dress, betraying an otherwise camouflaged man of wisdom standing motionless in the shade of tall reeds… a dust-colored serpent extending forward from his ribs and curled backward to his right, to gaze upon a blue tile box behind.
A snake reaching for past treasures left unplundered, and a shaman gazing upon a river before him, one that I cannot see, yet he takes for granted.
This private kaleidoscope is enough.
The message: All is Well.
I stand bejeweled with all I need, sheltered from true harm.