She is the Light I am. I am the Light of being.  We are that. I am dreaming, I am both within and outside myself, sitting by the Wollondilly River, in a reverie of such wholeness and peace, One with the stones, water, air, earth, plant, all of Creation, myself. Breath and sunlight.  Purity of being such that I have never known. I look down at my body and notice that every surface of my skin, including my face, is tattooed with fine, intricate designs and patterns, all etched in White. I wake, an