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.