Dreaming Wake

a poem to see truth

Sleep eludes me
as I dream in full wake
of a harvest awaiting my seeds.

Of Mulberry trees,
wildflower groves,
and fruit hanging
for a midsummer's bite.

Of simpler days,
time fully away
from this half life
keeping me still.

Of magic in the forest,
a new life before us,
promises
begging to bloom.

My mind's so adrift,
blowin' Dandelion spores a wish
of the fertile land
calling us home.

So, cum now, my love,
let's waste no more precious living.
Take my hand,
for the full moon has risen.

We've somewhere to go,
we've learning to know.
The choice is ours
to reap. 

I'll stand here steady,
demonstrating my ready,
assured of your rising
from sleep. 


This poem is from the book, Die with Me: Surrendering to Suffering.

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