I met an elderly gentleman last night.
He wears white clothes; tall white hat.
He looks like a Pope, but more than a Pope.
Everyone around him show respect.
Obviously, a high ranking individual.
I don’t know what his status is.
Or why he is here.
He does not scare me.
I peek into the room.
He seems benign and gentle.
He sees me from the doorway.
He wants to meet me.
I come into the room.
People bowing. People attending.
I have breakfast with him!
I ask him his name.
He tells me to call him Don Don.
We chat. We laugh.
I spill something on his foot.
My usual clumsy self.
On the floor, I try to wipe the mess off his shoe.
He gets mad. Tells me to stop.
He says I am a high level being.
I wake up.
~ Tao Babe