Sleepful Wakeness
Imagine waking
and it’s a dream:
the lovely chants
material scenes
worldly melodies
that charmed our hearts;
We thought them real
spent life upon
material
superficial
Thinking all else
ethereal
forsaking
the Divine,
substantial
Real
We believed this most:
survival of the fittest
survival of the most
materialist
the tribalist
We believed it our
only truth
because we looked
with charmed eyes
We groped with swelling
appetite
we lived by communal,
programmed lines
We thought life just
filled with pain
or self-satisfying gain
We hurt and suffered
without hope
in the rising sun
nor confidence
in the ever present One
We sulked in numbered negatives,
and forsook numberless positives
Never trusting in ourselves
or the ever present Light
We scoffed our truth
at every turn
and put down
what God put within
favoring the dream
of the lowly world
We live asleep
never waking
from the dream-
the nightmare-
not swelling with Light
awake,
experiencing,
God’s ever-presence
living beyond
mere reactions
to the lowest plane
but being at one with the Highest
All Good we see is Life
All Truth we seek
is always here,
very near,
Speak to your Creator.
God answers and hears.
Be true to yourself and accept the smallest truths.
Then will you grow to see the greatest.
Please feel free to share any thoughts.
