The uncertain image I have seen while I lay in slumber. The shape I know so well from the shadow it casts though I know not of the details, the fine edges, the textures of it surface. I am familiar with it and yet know little about it as I am at a distance in these dreams. I have seen how it moves - graceful, delicate like that of a falling cherry blossom. I want so much to be close to it, to touch it, to sense its subtle aroma. I chase this image in my wake. I have searched for it, but will I know if it presents itself before my awakened eyes? Will the sun rise when I embrace it? Will I be embraced by it? Will I ever come to know the truth ?