A Mystic Journey

I awake to a mystery.

I walk along a majestic sea of crystal glass

off the coast

of my mind's eye

my inner man is stirred to a vision

a white gloved hand

a dolphin leaping out of the blue

they beckon me, turn me into a wide eyed speckled wanderer

I am witness to a grand spiral staircase coming forth

Heaven-sent

the hand points like the hands on a clock

It tells me to "ride the wave" and "ascend"

I yield and obey

Him (or Her?) slowly nudging me,

guiding me ever gently upwards

where am I going?

I am nearly faint of heart now, gasping.

I look to my side.

What if I jumped?

I shudder. One final step and I'm out of breath

- A doorway

with a keyhole

I collapse against the wood,

breathing.

Instinctively, my hand wanders the hole

I look to the hand

no response

my heart is beating in my chest wildly.

I wonder?

I place my fingers into the hole,

fingering for a moment, searching.

Yes. There it is. A latch.

I pull the trigger,

my moist, hot hands dripping with sweat

and with a click,

the door is ajar now, revealing glowing light

Entering, the glove is unveiled

as a dove.

She says, "I am spirit and I am breath of your flesh. I give you permission to dwell in both realms."

She flies away

I bow as I see colors I've never seen before

A masterpiece of pink opening up like a woman's breasts

A collapsing feeling fills my chest

I feel nurtured and

- I ache with love

my tears flowing

Swirls of purple effervescence all about

Spiraling, dancing around me

I am Snow White,

graced by the song of blue birds

perching on my shoulder

a brown-grey rabbit at my feet.

I welcome each strange creature,

seeing bursts of yellowish light

firecrackers filling me with red

It dawns on me: this is the color of love

- Love unknown now known.

Am I dead?

- It doesn't matter. I am complete now. It is finished.