Interpretation of a dream

I found my passion

it was a picture I saw
a long time ago in
Time magazine of a monk
Indian style on a sidewalk.
He was on fire and
according to the caption he
was silent.  So deep in
whatever else there is that
being on fire was something
else to him.  Something painless.

In the dream I knew that the
monk in the picture was me
as I looked for the metaphor
all I could know was that
there was one.

On the white at the
bottom of the picture was written:

Passion.

And then in much smaller writing set

in parenthesis 

it said (don't look for the lady

in the picture

find her in your arms.).
There was a winking smiley face
that looked like this: ;)

I looked at the picture again.

I saw in this picture

that I found in my mind

a landscape.

This landscape was within me

as if I were a glass sculpture

standing on a lone golden meadow

surrounded by a forest

which grew on the side of a mountain.

It was a particularly beautiful day.

Anyone would want to be there.

This territory was the Earth --

the Mother -- and I was to be integrated

with the Earth.  My mind,

this fire, my figure, were in the Timeless

never going to die

but I can only see them for this little while,

I said to myself.

And then I woke up.