Awakening

We have moments in our life, where everything comes to a still. Eerie, erratic and unprecedented moments, time consuming but necessary; ceasing and awakening. These are quite rigid and complex and feel like a trance.

Awakening

The world has stopped!

No, you have paused;

Standing inside the unstoppable flow,

Starting at the sun go down,

It's beautiful and hateful,

It's joyous and sad,

It's screeching and its silent,

Perhaps the water is growing:

Inch by inch-from the chest to the neck;

Falling head over heels would feel better -

Than standing inside the unstoppable flow,

When you think the world has stopped!

Trees growing from the sky,

Birds flying into stone,

Recklessness strolling the sky,

Or perhaps you hang upside down.

Drenched in the rain,

Covered in the dust,

Shivering in the blizzard,

And all at once.

Walking away sans footsteps,

Maybe dancing in a trance,

When you see birds flying into stone,

And trees grow from the sky.

You can hear what is silent,

And see what is hidden;

Blind to what everyone sees and hears,

Others think perhaps you're high.

But you're drunk to complexity,

Unaffected by stupidity,

Intrepid to resistivity,

Or maybe you're just high!

Finding shapes in mundane,

Distortions in perfection,

Thinking you can see what's hidden,

And hear what is silent.