A Deeper Sleep

I slept, a deeper sleep than death itself.

It seemed but a brief moment in all time

Or time dissolved and space collapsed in me.

Then I awoke and saw the world anew,

A symbol of unfolding unity.

I slept again and in my dreams I saw

The one called Hitler in a drawing room

He bade me sing and bend to his dark will

But I refused the fast approaching doom

And found myself in an unholy place.

I said to my friend, 'It is too silent here'.

As we watched a scene of horror through a glass;

Men in sorrow's robes walked solemnly,

For evil's hour now had come to pass.

Shouldering coffins, each with their dead child

In grief so still it kept all sound away.

And then I saw a woman dressed in grey,

Who leaned her head against the final man,

The procession of the dead had just begun

As I recognized the woman Incarnate,

The Madonna of Sorrows grieving for mankind.

I prayed the dream to end, had I not seen

The wounded earth to loveliness returned?

And now Death's fingers closed around the pure,

The beautiful, the saintly, and I yearned

To see again the world in wonder grown,

Nations, men, the scars of battle healed

And never more the soul to darkness yield.

Before our eyes there is held up a veil

That we be not blinded by His blinding light,

But some to enter day must pass through night.

When next I sleep I shall see in my dreams

A new creation rise on the frontiers

Of consciousness, appearing as a flame

And know that all shall be the sages claim.

There is a truth behind this false-front world,

Emerging fully formed from death's cocoon

By the Will of the Creatrix of the Dawn

Man shall to his diviner state transform.