Not asleep, asleep. Not dreaming, dreaming.
The Blue Knight entered his dreaming ill at ease. A man, the colour of a man. Sensing that all control was lost, neither sword nor spear in his hand. He was not the master of this place.
Seeing a city on the hill, smoke rising into choking air, foul water falling from its fingers. Below, a forest, down below a wood, Across the river a marsh, beyond a savannah, near a copse, under a tree, behind a bush, upon some moss.
The earth, its richness, its complexity, and yes, its beauty, turning to dust whilst the man covets the colour of his blood. Standing on the pedestal of the earth, glorying in his self, he ignores the earth at his peril.
Too late, so late, maybe too late, he feels his pedestal shift and he sways, arms in the air to balance, but the footing is broken, the pillar has lost its integrity, the resilience is wasted away. Standing stiff, in fear of the fall, he has forgotten himself at last, but the sea has no fish, the sky no birds, the forest no game.
Then he falls and lands hard as the earth withers, not knowing how to perform, when to act, how to listen as the wind is scattered, how to learn when life is undone.
He sinks into the mire of ground to his knees because he cannot understand. He sinks to his waist because he cannot stand, understand how. He is buried to his chest and yet he cannot stand, understand how to. He is up to his neck and knows that all is lost unless he can stand, understand how to reconnect. He is over his head and knows that he is lost and that he cannot stand, understand how to reconnect with all that sustains.
He is in the ground, among the roots, ground in the roots, rooted in the ground, rounded, grounded, rooted.
He takes understanding from the earth and the roots and gives succour to the matrix that is the ground, the roots, himself. He grows and rises, rises up into, rises up into the air, as one, at one, as many, with roots grounded in ground with roots and lifting his arms he understands that he is within and without, a man the colour of a greener man. A greener man.
Waking, his breathing fast, as if he had been running or fighting. The Blue Knight took some water and water to his horse, then he ate some food that he had there. He was become full of action by his dreams and yet had no goal to satisfy his want.
The Guardians of the Cave 