One night I dreamed a different dream,
A man walked a line, thin as it seemed.
His steps were steady, narrow and bright,
Guiding the world from darkness to light.
He walked this line, so fine, so true,
To show us all what we could do.
Through chaos, noise, and life’s demands,
He paved the way with careful hands.
But when he wobbled, when balance was thin,
A force unseen would steady him.
His ancestors whispered, strong and near,
Holding him upright, quieting fear.
The world would push, would pull him low,
But he refused to bend or go.
Submission wasn’t in his heart,
For he was set to play his part.
Divine forces watched with guiding grace,
Each time he staggered, they took their place.
With gentle hands, they’d lift him high,
Helping him walk, while others asked “why?”
“I walk this line not just for me,
But for all who seek to truly see.
Each wobble tests, each step refines,
But divine love strengthens these lines.”
His ancestors, wise, from realms afar,
Guided his path like a northern star.
With every slip, with every doubt,
They showed him what life’s all about.
Though the world tried to break his stride,
Its grip was weak; his spirit wide.
For powers greater, both old and new,
Carried him through, and helped him pursue.
Now when I watch that narrow walk,
I see divine hands in every talk.
And when I stumble, lost or blind,
I know the light is there to find.
For each step forward, with forces aligned,
Leads us to peace, leaves darkness behind.
In every wobble, I now understand,
The ancestors walk with us, hand in hand.
This emphasizes the divine assistance and ancestral guidance that supported the man on his journey, helping him remain steady despite the world’s attempts to sway him. It reflects a deep respect for the forces that protect and uplift him on his path toward enlightenment.