Travel in the Mind's Eye

I see the bark from a maple tree, and it makes syrup possible, but it is not proper for a birch bark canoe.  The sun is setting on the validity of ignorance, and the proper must be chosen for each and every experiment the minstrels wish to do.  I see a light in the corner, and I realize that there is a prism that reflects the angry sun.  There was only darkness there before.  I call out the high lama for putting that blackness around me.  I will still study the discipline, but I pull in astrophysics to look at that darkness from my childhood bedroom.  I call on those who knew elephants and now they will raise and ride camels.  It is time for me to be in the chamber with many others, but with a steady stream of Sikhs.  I am wrapped in light.  Please stay with me little flower.  I have only just begun to understand the process of blooming.