Sunday, May 15, 2022

What Force Is This Which Wakes Us...


Is it the anxiety of the alarm

sabotaging slumber in mechanistic machinations 

Is it the delight of a new dawn

illuminating the paths toward earthly aspirations

Is it the dynamic dream drawing-on

itself discontent to dream in discontinuations

What force is this which wakes us


The sun's cyclical rise and fall

like the Atlas Stone set ablaze

The tidewaters swell and stall

invading and retreating 

in and out of phase

The moon caught between it all

revolving and reflecting

known by night, ignored by days

What force is this which wakes us


As eyes open toward some vital vision

As ears perk to the tune of some transmission

As nostrils sniff to seek some essence

As tongues twist round sounds in conversations

As fingers fret to feel for some presiding presence

Is there some sense beyond core contemplations

What force is this which wakes us


Is the force which brought us to our birth

the same that exiles souls from earth

What makes the butterfly dream itself a king

and the king a butterfly adrift while dreaming

Do we simply shift from dream to dream

from this life to realms more or less extreme

What force is this which wakes us


Is it my mind which guides these eyes

or some force beyond celestial skies

Is there truth beyond all our perceiving

or is everything either confused or deceiving

Have I been waking while I've wondered

or slumbering as my life's been squandered

Is free-will something ever offered

or are we puppets playing roles as proffered

What force is this which wakes us


At times it's clear as I awaken

that dreams are not to be forsaken

that it's not dreams that come from us

that we come from dreams which lead to us

awakened to a realm beyond all dreaming

awake within some much grander scheming

I'm left to live as dreams remain awaiting us

to come to terms with what force this is which wakes us

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