Manna

I had a dream. I pushed away all the voices that I allowed to keep me in their dreams rather than my own. They were just gone and I was free. I rode a Manta Ray deep into the ocean. I didn’t really ride the Ray, I became the ray, broad arms with small easy pulses taking me on a long joy ride ending exactly where I needed to go.

I found a wooden box on the ocean floor. I sat down and cradled it. I wanted to open it but there was still some fear holding me back. I cradled it for a long time before I opened it. Finally, slowly lifting the lid it appeared empty. I dipped my arms into the emptiness and tossed the invisible contents into the air. It was manna, the sweet diaphanous flow of abundant life. I had all I needed and could literally shower myself in it. The box was empty. The box was full of something sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I have no name for it.