interbeing

What of this dreaming world
Is it ready to wake
Does it need more rest
///eyelids fluttering///
Subconsciousness
Consciousness

Sleep / Wake Variations

If you are awake because you cannot sleep
then stay awake until you can sleep
and when you sleep you will dream
as though you were awake.

There is so much I am yet learning about myself.
There is so much I am yet learning about my weaknesses.
There is so much I am yet learning about my strength.
There is so much I am yet learning about my capacity for change.

Have I decided that enough is enough?
Yes, I feel that now inside.
It is now I begin to unravel myself
from where I have sewn myself into.

There are things I have been telling myself
And now these thoughts wish to be realized.
It is time to take the internal world and give
it life in this world of the body.

The contemplation of early morning is the
contemplation held over from dreams.
It is the contemplation that is ether longing
to gain existence in this world.

I am awake and feel a type of peace and
understanding about what I must do today.
It is a simple thing. It is so simple that
merely abstaining will be the doing.

I am awake and ready.
I am awake and ready.
I am awake and ready.
I am awake and ready.

Awake

I dreamt that I woke up. I got out of bed and put on
my shoes and walked out the door in my pajamas.
I walked down the street and into the city and then
I walked until I was no longer in the city. Vast fields
greeted me and I continued to walk as these silent
lands bathed sun and silence. Days and nights became
a quickening cycle until I stopped trying to keep track
of how much time had gone by. As I walked I listened
to my breathing. I would close my eyes as I inhaled
and open as I exhaled. I began to feel words emerge
from the sun, wind, and moon. They were simple
but spoke of a primal truth. And so I walked and
walked and walked. One day I looked at my hands
and saw the color of my skin fading. If anything
I began to become translucent. No matter, I kept
walking and breathing and listening. How many
days? How many weeks? How many months? How
many years? How many lifetimes? Did it matter?
My body began to fade slowly though I could still
feel the presence of all my body. I could still grasp
with my hands, I could still feel my feet upon the
ground, I, I simply became as though I were living
wind gliding over and through all the lands. Finally
there came the day that nothing was left of me to
see but I kept walking. And I walked further and
farther, until one day I began to dream and in that
dream...

What Honesty Said To Me

I woke up with honesty
After a good night's rest.
We said hello and I
accepted what she said.
There was some struggle
last night but I won myself
over as best I could
to make the better choice.
This day is beginning
and there are small steps
to take once more
because that's all this life
is about. One sunrise
at a time. One sunset
at a time. Wake and
sleep. Choices made
and followed through.

Another Awakening

You wake up and you realize
you are dying
It doesn't bother you
as much as you would think
You are not dying from illness
or accident at the moment
merely the accretion of days
behind you but dying
is dying nonetheless
You wait for the sun
to peer through the gray
hazy morning but it has
been unable to do so
You put on a sweater
for a little extra warmth
You sit and listen
to nothing at all
to everything at all

Every So Often

Every morning
I ask myself if
I am a reincarnation
of a past self
come once more
into this living world
This opportunity
to exist
comes only so often
Who could turn
this chance at
life and beauty

I wake with your voice
in my ears
and fall in love
with the world
once more.

If one cannot sleep one must wake.
If one wakes one must create.

tied

to return from nothingness

night after night

this is our condition

morning daze

bright shining sun or

clouded over continents of gray

ever present wind coming in from the sea

water cannot stay still

continually crashes upon the shore

mind and body

together for as long

as the night holds the day

Echo of bells 
from the steeple
I do not wake
Simply dream 
_____________

It is not good enough to simply be alive
We must be active in our own fate

We carry on as normal
Even if the world inside us
Has changed. Morning
Routines continue even if
Grief has taken hold.
There must be food
And a shower. A return
To life and living.

You woke and said
it felt as though
this were still a dream

I pulled you close to me
and let you decide 
for yourself

slow morning wake up
consciousness filters back in
hazy memory

Uncertain Dreamer

Last night I dreamt
but woke up
and couldn't remember
anything.

How often does this
happen? Far more
often than any of us
could know.

I'm awake but unsure
yet I still breathe.
My body keeps me
living still.

Perhaps I should pray
not for me but
for those who have
passed on from here.

I feel sad and uncertain
but I'm trying to
steel my spirit and
prepare for the struggle.

There can be no end
to the fight for progress.
Did I dream of your face?
I can't say for certain.

Woke Up Dreaming

I woke up dreaming
but I loved you no less
Midnight memories
Tangle of limbs
Daylight reveals
what has passed
Impression of your body
My hand touches
where you were
Only coolness
Woke up dreaming

No Dreams

I do not dream so
I do not live
I die 
more and more
with little to 
no effort
I do not dream
I do not wake
or have I been
wide eyed
all along

Half Dream

Half awake when I saw you
Floating through the cobbled 
paths of my mind

There was no sound to your step
What words could be said
None were fit to be uttered

Watching you pass me by
Before you joined the horizon
You turned to look at me

It is morning

Open the blinds

Let the light in

Interruption

The night air streamed steadily

through the slightly rolled down window.

He was using his coat as a blanket,

body reclined in the seat.

It was still dark outside-

too late to be early, 

too early to be late.

A few hours earlier 

he had planned on going home

but found himself

giving in to the twins

of exhaustion and intoxication. 

It was still enough to hear the hum

of street lights and power lines,

he passing cars of the nearby 

freeway sounded like faint waves

from a fading dream. 

He righter himself and looked around,

there was no one.

With the keys in the ignition

the engine sputtered back to life.

He coughed.

The seatbelt clicked, was fastened tight.

Release the parking brake,

shift into drive.