Visions In The Night

In sleep, I am always with others. Blessed spirits hover over my self asleep. They softly sing music only pure souls hear as they lie motionless in the currents of night. Friends appear repeating their kind daylight gestures, but I - I feel darkness encroaching... Soon body and mind will surrender, and soul and heart will purify what has been and what is. This is the deepest place: a Mystery awakes and spreads through all sleepers. Imagine Homer's asphodel garden in the shadow of Hades, imagine holding Aeneas's Golden Bough as you ascend with other souls in a mad rush into the Light. Imagine Persephone calling your name, as you stumble in the Dark Lord's realm. Imagine your delight reaching her mother's wheat and barley fields. Or imagine any paradise that fulfills your soul. Does it seem as if the blazing sun is really Apollo's shining being? Watch as some light ascends and disappears, while other light pools around us, bright and cool and refreshing.