Some dreams are very vivid, and there’s some I can’t recall,

but last night I dreamed in Sanskrit and I understood it all.

Asanas and yamas were floating through my head.

I completely comprehended each word not being said.

Cross-legged Maharishi floating inches from the ground.

I barely even blinked when he gifted me my sound.

Sometimes I’m late for a math test, running through an endless hall,

but last night I dreamed in Sanskrit and I understood it all.

A room full of low sweet sounds drifting softly to my ear,

sinking deep into my brain, and becoming crystal clear.

George Harrison touched the guru and then slowly walked away.

As he passed me on my mat he whispered “Namaste.”

Once I was Debbie Gibson and I was singing in the mall,

but last night I dreamed in Sanskrit and I understood it all.

The elephant in the corner held his hands out, like a bowl,

saying “Aum Gam Ganapataye Namaha”, his words became my soul.

I breathed in Om and breathed out Sah, as I lifted off the floor,

and followed the sound of the mantra as it drifted through the door.

Sometimes I’m on the edge a cliff, and I wake just as I fall.

Last night I dreamed in Sanskrit.

And I understood it.

All.