You do
not have to take pills
Nor lie anxiously on the couch wading through hours of mindless exploration
Nor lie anxiously on the couch wading through hours of mindless exploration
To heal
You need only know that you're asleep
And awaken to the freedom of awareness
You need only know that you're asleep
And awaken to the freedom of awareness
The
glimpse of a fleeting reflection that whispers: "Wait! That is me!"
So talk to me, and I will listen
So talk to me, and I will listen
Even while outside the leaves fall from autumn’s weary trees and children chase each other in
the park,
And the afternoon shadows creep toward the street then cross it with the determination of a youngster refusing his mother’s hand.
The haunt of distant memories is the nightmare of your sleep.
The world goes on nonetheless, waiting patiently for your participation, waiting for you to wake up, waiting to share its whimsical secret with you:
And the afternoon shadows creep toward the street then cross it with the determination of a youngster refusing his mother’s hand.
The haunt of distant memories is the nightmare of your sleep.
The world goes on nonetheless, waiting patiently for your participation, waiting for you to wake up, waiting to share its whimsical secret with you:
Our
separateness is a delusion.
Written at AACAP in San Diego October 2014
