I have been sleepwalking in a dusty confusion while my soul longs for the clarity of transcendence. I retreat into my room, fall into my bed, weary.
Sleep comes to me, heavy with fatigue and melancholy. I dream of wordless, menacing beings who attempt to destroy me. I wake myself from the rush of fear before I die this dream death.
I lie there in and out of fitful unconsciousness.
“Why do you sleep?” says a Voice at the edge of my awareness. “Don't forget me,” I say in my anguish. “Come to the door and greet me.”
"Hello", says the Voice.
I say, "Come in".
A gentle hand wrestles with the tangled bedclothes of my consciousness, letting in a sliver of light under the blanket of darkness.
The Voice, warm and honeyed, soothes into my ear: "Open your eyes, the lights will guide you. They shine on the pathway to wherever you are heading."
A star, shining in my head, seems to say: "Be just, be kind, be loving. Watch and learn. Choose."
From a place of green, warm, enfolding comfort deep inside me, I hear my own voice: "Open your heart and mind and your mouth will sing, spilling out an evanescent music which bubbles forth a thousand spirits chanting like flutes, like bells, like chimes, like gongs of goodness.
Open your arms and hands and your fingers will become feathered wings, fanning out seeds of change with a whoosh upon the wind."
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I open my eyes. I arise. I stretch off the dusty sleep of the shadows. I draw over my shoulders the many-hued scarves of sensation. I let fear be simply one color of the cloak I wear.
The Muses of Happiness 