Hypnos

I meditate fourteen hours a day, two hours out of bed and twelve hours in bed. The mortals call it sleeping, but the enlightened are awake. It’s just the body that sleeps.

(Merlin Franco)

Are you wide awake,

even when your body might seem sleeping?

Do you continue sleeping

even when your body might seem awake?

Is Hypnos guarding your body

while you drift into the unseen?

Is Hypnos watching you sleep,

even when your eyes are open?

Does he whisper through your dreams,

or through the moments you call “daylight”?

Where do you go,

when the world dissolves

and only breath remains?

Where are you,

when the world surrounds you

but your soul feels far away?

Sleep is not the absence of consciousness.

Wakefulness is not its guarantee.

There are those who sleep deeply

with eyes wide open,

moving through the world

as if dreaming with their bodies.

And there are those who awaken fully

in the quiet of night,

when the mind softens

and the gates of the unseen unclose.

Hypnos is not merely the one who brings sleep.

He is the keeper of thresholds.

The guardian of the in-between.

The soft hand guiding you.

From one world into another.

He asks only this:

Do you dare to enter your inner night

with your inner light still burning?

Do you dare to wake in the realm

where dreams remember you?

For Hypnos does not lull you into forgetting,

he invites you into a seeing

that the waking world often hides.

Sleep is a passage.

Waking is a veil.

And somewhere between the two,

your true vision opens.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is.