Peace, the Dove

An iridescent dove flying in, hovers over me. It is other-worldly beautiful, and the flowing motion of its wings as it hovers is enchanting — a sense of peace and joy radiate from every movement, perfuming the air with perfect presence. And I notice that my thoughts of the world seem like a thick, woven tapestry in front of me. The gentle fore and back of the dove’s wings creates a breeze which is blowing through that tapestry, and its density is diminishing — now it’s more like a gossamer webbing. As it slowly disappears, only peace, joy and perfect presence are everywhere, and the dove takes me to its breast to embrace me.