Awake and Yet Asleep

I am asleep and when awake asleep,

Awake to the injustice of the world,

Asleep to all within my soul that waits

The hour of God upon our mortal soil.

I am awake to pain and loss and grief,

These human things that tear our human hearts,

Asleep to wonder that is yet to be

Arriving at the intersect of life

And death, its conscious labour in the cell,

The streaming mass of golden rays that rain

Upon the earth where souls of light have stayed,

Awake to hope that evil shall dissolve

As salt in God's immeasurable seas.

I am alive to joy that touches and flees,

Asleep to peace and calm that settles peace,

Alive to all that must awake within,

To beauty poised at the far edge of sin

And love in whose deep bosom I have lived

Transforming ego-paths and small desires,

Illusions of the mind and vital needs,

Awake to gratitude and yet asleep

To offering, surrender, opening,

Awake to covenants my soul must keep

Yet in the deep unconscious still asleep.