Falling Awake...

Falling awake - it was part of a Jethro Tull lyric that caught my ear...and mind. 

Not falling asleep - no, that's too normal - too routine - that's what we do when we get into bed each night...and perhaps, what we do when we get into the car each morning...when we finally sit at our desk...when we return the first phone call - we fall asleep; a deep sleep whereby habitual patterns of acting and responding are carried out without much awareness...cruise control in the modern world we've been immersed in.

Perhaps...maybe - fortunately not always...

And so, a topic in my mind, I wrote the title and then placed my fingers on the keyboard and let them roam...and here's where I ended up:

 

Falling Awake

In a dream, I was rubbing my eyes...

   Trying my best to clear what had grown there - a painful stye.

I would see glimpses of what I had missed,

   But opening "my" eyes, burned in the cultural mist.

Then there beside the stream I saw a little waterfall,

   One that had been born from the rains of the night before.

I bent down low and put my head beneath Mother's tears...

   And opened my eyes to let in what so many fear.

Through the falls I saw the green of a new world;

   It was singing a soft song as it danced with the breeze...

      My mind fell into the stream below and in my hand...appeared a key.

A mosquito dipped his reed into my back...

   And I flinched - sending the key flying towards the next moment.

And thinking I'd lost what might never again be found,

   I dove into the rushing stream below...

      The water parted to let me in and we became one...

         I was the key and the key was me...and we fit into the world...

            Yet, only if we find our own eyes...and see.

Downstream I went...no work required...just let go...and flow...