Interview With Frank Lloyd Wright

Frank Lloyd Wright
Lucid Dream Interview
February 23, 2009 2:30 am

As you crest the ridge of the sand dunes
Just at the breaks of the Mojave Desert,
You become aware of the subtle change
In the sand’s movement,
The four alternating crescent structures
Create an escarpment
That drops to the desert floor,
Swept clean by prevailing winds,
Sand swirls on top of the sloped roofs
Making looping patterns and fan shapes
That change constantly with the wind and the light,
The complex faces east,
Direct sunlight is blocked by mountainous dunes
That are a response to the presence keeper
In this Desert Eternity as he calls it,

Walking along under the short eave,
You begin to encounter glass panels,
Agèd rainbow glass that reflects
Your distorted image in a myriad of colors,
On the other side,
A short wainscoting of old barn wood
Gives the impression of vertical movement
As you walk toward the main entrance,
Suddenly you realize there is someone
Moving with you,
On the other side,
Matching your stride, your smile,
Perfectly matching you and your reflected self,
Until you reach a series of alternating crescent doors
That your eyes follow ever upward
To the desert sky,
Causing you to pause,

He appears from one of the several doors,
Stepping out into the verandah,
Wearing a gray flannel sweater,
Brown moleskin trousers,
Lattice work leather loafers,
Running his hand over a few whisps of hair
Then down his face,
Pausing at age spots along the way,


Still behind a glass panel you wave,
Trying to not show too much excitement,
Then say haltingly,
“Good morning, sir, a few words if I may?”
Then as an afterthought you flash the peace sign
Which causes a chuckle as he emerges
Into the Green Space
Carrying three pieces of died cloth,
Brightly colored tye dyes of the Sun, Moon, and Mercury,
Which he lays out on the manicured privet hedge
For you to see,
He denies being the tye dye artist but his initials are on each one,

He moves out and away,
Like moving water,
Stopping to look to the East and a vast array
Of architectural structures that rise up
Out of the desert sand,
One, a series of stainless steel birdcages,
Arranged as a spiral staircase filled with
Birds of every kind that fly up and out
Then back down in never ending flight,
You tell him it’s your favorite,
“Your favorite?” he says, and laughs, “It’s mine, too,”

He turns to a drinking fountain
Pushing a button on the side,
Different levels of water fill different basins
As he takes a long cool drink,
Then, the only question you will ask,
“Sir, do you get angry when your creation is questioned?”
You realize that he is gone,
You are there,
Alone with the sand and the wind,
Then a whispery voice,
“Only if it’s by God.”

Stephen Darjeeling conducted
An exclusive interview with Frank Lloyd Wright
At his Desert Eternity complex,
Via Tantric Dream Yoga,
February 23, 2009, 2:30 am