Wed, 7 February 2007  Awakening
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Before pale first light,
impressions flee...
dissolving as i wake.
My dream-world hovers
on the edge of existence,
as i quaveringly realise
the dream-nature of my thoughts.
Awakening,
they seem to linger
for a moment...
then dissolve
- a metaphor
for life.
For, consciousness...
it seems to linger...
a mind, awakening
long enough to know
it is as ephemeral
as that lucid moment...
ephemeral
as the dew drops
on green leaves,
sparkling,
and evapourating
in the illuminating dawn
which gathers.
The dawn
of understanding,
of knowledge,
of impermanence,
of mind.
And, knowing,
ceases
- a dream,
on the edge of existence,
quaveringly realising
the dream-nature
of... itself.
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{Poem and flute music by H. J. Heath-Patrie,
copyright MMVII.
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(William Congreve)
P.S: i got this flute for 3 dollars at a pow-wow.
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