One night I found myself less than presently composed, A bit of ache upon my heart and head heavy,

With dutiful responsibility ever threatening to enclose.

Sitting alone in the dark of my night, so it would seem Philosophies spoken only to myself and a saint Who merrily danced a jig on a bottle of Irish Cream.

This I said to my little green man, as I raised My glass to the air: for tonight I shall Find He who truly is worthy of devotion and praise.

I was delighted to find, with a few more drinks That disappointment did not linger But lay its tired head down with this link:

A snap, a crackle, and yes, a pop, the candle flames flicker Rhythmically dancing, entrancing The Air Now Alive! As my pulse and thoughts get quicker!

My eyes are not open and yet, crystal clear, I see, Within the landscape of my mind I Focus on the dancing man now beckoning me.

My name is Saint Brendan, how do you do? Ive received my orders from above, And have hurried here to guide you.

Like a genie in a bottle, Im amazed into elation By the opportunity I see before me Be it strange dream or induced hallucination.

I place my hand in his to go to see what I can see. St. Brendans still dancing and insists that Where we will travel, dancing is a necessity.

I turn to ask him why in a dream-like state of mind, To pay attention where you put your feet, Else too soon Foolish insanity you shall find.

I start to dance and feel myself float and flow Where is it that we will go? He pauses momentarily and points to show

A nearby sunny meadow with flowers and snow About to remark on the contradictory nature, St. Brendan directs my attention to where a tree grows.

Quickly, now! Here, now, but not a minute before This sapling now a towering tree of light All luminescently glowing, and at the base: a door!

Here I must alone leave you, St. Brendan started Go thee with faith and without fear in your heart. I thanked him with tears in my eyes as we parted.

I walked around this tree admiringly And lay on the ground looking up Finally opening the door to be

On my way, into whatever here I entered As Above, So Below Inscribed on the door, perfectly centered

The inner chamber of the trunk Was so grand and ornate That I knew that I was drunk

A king, he sat upon a throne Physical manifestation of the soul The checkered floor of ebony and bone

Welcome seeker of the light, he called to me. Youve come to see that even matter is Divine, And as you climb, try to unlearn the laws of gravity.

Perplexed for a moment at many levels above Within this kingdom with only one visible flight Of stairs, I ask, and all he replies is: Love

I begin to ascend the stairs behind his seat, Visions of sugar plum fairies, Expanding universes and moonlight greet me.

Building new foundations with each step anew Falling a few times in my haste As I confront, review, discard, refresh or see through

Each belief Ive had on my long road to here Shiva erasing the things that I dont need Digging down deep to find what and why I fear

A rise and a fall, it comes on in waves, Discriminating what is, Ive climbed these stairs many days.

Excited Ive reached the next level, but Im tired Cant I just rest for awhile? I ask the Angel who suddenly appears with a lyre.

He helps me up with love in his eyes A vision of Thoth and bright starlight He gives me the truth that I, too, can fly.

As soon as I knew him, and then good-bye Gabrielle, angel guard of Paradise Leaving me with the inspiration to fly.

No stairs to climb, I took to the air, A leap of complete faith Towards truth, an exhilarating dare!

The breeze beneath my wings as they sprout My surroundings now only open sky As I emanate joy and play in the clouds. Doubt!

Instinctively I look down and see no ground Panic! Humans cant fly, how could I? I must be dreaming the, my saviour found

In the fact that we have no limitations In our dreams, no pre-conceived societal Conditioned, restrictive Reality infatuations

Not only could I fly in human form But also could be a bird, Or crawl beneath the ground as a worm.

Dreams, Sweet Dreams, a gift from Merlin, The ability to shapeshift and change And let your mind be truly free as free has ever been

With this wisdom, I now bestow, As Above, So Below Ideas manifest into matter so

With this thought, I decide to land and look Up to Micha-el observing me from the clouds As he smiles and winks and drops a book.

I reach to catch it though it dissipates as I do Gone are the clouds as the bells chime In my mind, back to the blue of my room

I notice its morning as little birdies sing I notice the bells are the telephones ring I notice the voice on the line and remember everything.