The Midnight Sun
Channel: Contemplative Builder
Date: 2020-03-25

This poem is not about the phenomenon in polar regions when the sun is still in the skies at midnight. Rather, it is about how observing the phenomena of afterimages may part a veil on significant insights about consciousness.


Staring up into the night
of heaven’s starry skies,
my gaze upon a single light
was fixed with open eyes.

Dazzled by the snowy moon,
unbroken by a blink,
my mind poured out as though to swoon
until I did not think.

And the vision was not done
with the closing of my eyes,
for then appeared a bold black sun
set in bright and blazing skies.

It was no evil that I knew,
nor loss of sanity;
it was a vision pure and true,
the bliss of unity.

Seeing, light, and source were one;
reflection was the means
by which I knew the Midnight Sun,
the light within our dreams.