Whakapapa: This poem came quickly as I was driving to work. I was mulling over a dream I’d had the night before. It works for me on a whole lot of levels. I wrote it as being spoken by the Self. It’s one thing to have a warm & loving image of God (or the Self). But a direct encounter with the Self can completely undo a person’s image of the Divine. The ego finds itself facing ‘a Something’ numinous & overwhelmingly greater & than its tiny life.