Being awake and asleep
Deborah Rultz Wall

Being awake and asleep, a balancing act
that summons us to look beyond the gaze.
Layer upon layer of distraction clouds  the eye of the inner sight,
so we look but not see and hear but not listen.
Relating is what counts, linking with the whole
of life that is our second skin, and creatures great and small
are no less worthy than us.
I dream of you; you dream of me,
We float on clouds to the never never,
No pain, no sadness, no woes  inflicted
by anyone and together
we celebrate each cell of life.
What grace this appreciation of the gift of sense and sensibility,
presence that could have been empty of meaning, of being.
Here, this space of knowing,
a blessing we received out of nothing
we deserve is a prelude to paradise.
Something out of nothing!

My head was lost in the woods
In the thickets, in the depths of the seas.
I left my heart behind,
My soul was buried in the sand dunes.
I was breathing but hardly alive,
my shadow following me.
I now walk on the ashes of a lost pursuit,
The tipping point is reached,  my spirit returns.
What next, what now, well does it matter still
whether anyone wants to hear a songbird with no song.