Poems of Narad

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.