Alarm clock ringing,
Banging my head,
Shattering it into shards of broken thoughts,
To do lists…
Worries, fears and temptations.
A voice within says,
“I NEED TO WAKE UP”,
“I need to wake up”.
My body says,
“Why should I wake up?”
“I am warm and numb under these layers of blankets.”
“Covering me, protecting me from all chaos outside.”
“It’s cold and I don’t feel like moving. ”
“I am fine right here.”
So I remain numb and warm.
Dreaming, constructing and experiencing illusive worlds of
Comfort, temptations and pleasures.
But I still suffer somehow.
I am still unhappy,
While dream worlds arise and vanish,
Its process speeds up in an attempt to cover its own system flaws.
These flaws I notice yet I remain in this dreamlike world.
Numb, warm and lost.
Tired of cycling through bubble like dreams,
A voice whispers,
“It’s enough. I’m done with this! I am going to count down from ten and WAKE UP!”
Time passed as follows:
TEN years took Ulysses on his journey back home.
NINE muses needed to appear to inspire this poem.
EIGHT Immortals had to cross the sea together for a heavenly banquet.
SEVEN Pleiades sisters had to escape Orion to become stars.
SIX spheres of samsara one has to cycle through to plant the seed of liberation,
FIVE elements one needs to harmonize to grasp the Way,
FOUR Noble Truths one needs to internalize to find Nirvana,
THREE to understand Trinity,
TWO opposites to balance Ying Yang,
ONE to make sense of it All under God.
And I get out of bed!
It’s freezing cold outside.
I shake and tremble,
“Why did I do this?”
Then I go outside for a walk.
Light comes and dances with me,
The Dharma Sun shines
And warms me up,
From the heart,
Re-igniting the long lost spirit fire
That will light its way to true Awakening.