I dream I am
walking in darkness.
I come upon
a volcano, round and black.
I am not sure it is dead
or what I might stir up
if I jump in.
The mud is heavy, foul.
Then comes a voice,
more plea than command,
Throw yourself into the abyss.
I walk to the brink.
All around, the voices echo,
Trust.
I jump.
As I fall I see, at the bottom of the abyss,
two golden S’s,
Spiritus Sanctus,
float and unite to make infinity.
I land in its center
and infinity stands on end.
Its crown bursts into flame and carries me
to the top of darkness.
– Marion Woodman