Poem: Becoming Forged

A gentle nudge

A hello to what is

The sleeper slowly opens his eyes

Eyes that have been closed for so long

 Now the light starts to shine in

Squinting, the sleeper questions the choice to awaken

Unconsciousness, the drift of the sleeper was easy, but also empty

Now the colour returns

Vibrant and true he had forgotten its beauty

Soon the sleeper uses his new vision

And sees

Himself

He is shocked

Lots to clean up here, he thinks

Even though the job is big, he is becoming focused

Slowly his will is becoming forged

He sees the awakened lands

And stumbles toward them

With a crude, determined grace

All returns to light

All returns to Source

In the end and the beginning

Source is all there ever was