I am standing in what I know is a garden, although I can't see it. My range of vision is limited to below my knees and the small circle caught in peripheral vision, as if I can only look down at my feet. I see that I am on a path of sorts. With my limited vision, I can't see what sort of path it is, where it goes, or what is behind me.

My gaze shifts upward, to try to see the garden, but I can only see a mirror hanging in front of me. It is rectangular in shape and framed in filigree-like pierced metal. I approach the mirror to try to see at least a reflection of the garden. The reflection shimmers like water that has been temporarily disturbed. Before the shimmering resolves itself into recognizable form, my gaze is again deflected--this time to the spaces behind the mirror's frame. As I peer through the holes in the frame's surface, I see what appears to be a concrete foundation of sorts, a pedestal form supporting some unknown, unseen structure. "What is that?" my distant mind wonders. As if in answer, the scene abruptly shifts.

I see three or four figures walking with their camels, silhouetted against a red-orange sky, as at sunset. The instant my conscious mind apprehends their form, the moving silhouette freezes, and the silhouette bursts into flames, burning away to reveal some sort of solid form beneath. "Aaah! Now I understand! All the apparent forms are illusions; the real form lies behind the apparent form!" In confirmation, the scene swirls away from me until I see the whole of the globe of Earth, shimmering before me with the same unreality as the shimmering reflection of the garden that I had seen in the mirror. I can now sense the "other reality" that shimmers through the apparent form of the Earth--all our sense information is that of illusion. The "reality" lies beyond sensory perception-- shimmering, palpable only to our intuitive, "extra-sensory" perceptions.

Somehow then I know that the illusory, familiar world of form is soon to pass away...