The Scales of Maat

That night I had a dream

A lady dressed in white
Blindfolded
In front of her men and women in lines.
One after the other she weighs their hearts
And those of a sufficient weight
Are directed by men in arms
(But wearing all white)
To fields of radiant light
And they laugh, ecstatic.

Those in return
Whose heart do not pass the test
For lack of sufficient height and depth
As well as weight
Are made to emigrate
To a dark and smelly lake
At the end of which stands a town
Very similar to old Earth.

I woke up enlightened, in delight
And you were shining happy
By my side
In the Secret Citadel
In the land that I avail
In a white bed.