Another Day In Paradise
Dedalus Beat came to the conclusion that he had died
and was living in heaven
he had always wanted to live in a real world
where real people led their outwardly ordinary lives
so his heaven appeared as a perfectly ordinary
tho beautiful place
where he lived and died in his sleep and
woke up again and again
mostly unaware of his immortality
unaware that he had lived before Before
and would live after After
in worlds whose only link was the resonance
of dreamers dreaming the same dream.
He learned that most of the townsfolk believed
that they had not died but were still living
normal lives on earth
where they sometimes walked around innocently
saying to passersby, Good morning and
Another day in Paradise, eh?
They were folk who had always known
that life would be better in places that
looked and felt and sounded
like the soughing of wind thru mountain pines or
the curious language of crows.
Everyday they woke up from somewhere else
as they were absorbed into a different bundle
of embodied or disembodied dreams.
Gradually he came to understand that everyone who dies
ends up as one of the citizens of Aspenorth and its
connecting valleys and he wondered how many recognized
the true identity of the place.
Failing to see that many plunge into yet another mortal
life and death in heaven
but later they show up on Baker Street as some new visitor
who thinks he is just stopping for a day or two
until he starts to realize that he has always been here
and that this is where he will always be.
Dedalus himself had gone away to FarWest and Iberica
but in reality the places he explored
were all within the multifarious precincts of heaven.
And he realized that he had never been elsewhere
than in heaven and all there is to do when you discover
that you have always been in heaven is rejoice and try
to keep those who walk raving in their sleep
from hurting themselves and each other.
They sometimes sense that the angels are among them
but seldom realize that they themselves are always
in the realm of angels.
Then one day they wake up at
an unusual altitude of wakefulness
and begin to realize the truth about life and death
and the true name of the world.
And the wider they wake the more they see
that each soul they meet is a kind of angel.
There are several kinds but i will just mention here
the recording angel
who visits the sleepers with his book
and notes under each one’s name
whether she or he is fast asleep
or still dreaming
and looks down
into the haunted or innocent eyes
of those who are just waking up.