As dusk descends
a field of deep snow
becomes a sea.
Inner Wakefulness
This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief. A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived and he dreams he's living in another town.
In the dream he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in, he believes the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences and though we seem to be sleeping there is an inner wakefulness, that directs the dream and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
From The Essential Rumi,
translated by Coleman Barks |
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this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI am working hard at listening to my inner wakefulness, but their are times when I lose my way.
Your post was at thoughtful reminder on the need to keep finding my way back to it.
The picture and the words go so beautifully together
ReplyDeleteBest line for me:
ReplyDeleteyou wake up laughing
at what you thought
was your grief.
Very good; wish I'd written that.
Really enjoyed this.Hope you have a lovely weekend.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful beautiful poem Cait, thank you for sharing with us.
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