by Steve Marshall

Created on: November 01, 2008   Last Updated: November 02, 2008

Awakening while asleep, creates you to who you are.
Sleeping awakens life, to die from a wakening death.
From the very beginning, a holding jolting fob of a job.
Awakening from the end, starts the beginning of your life.

Awakening was beckoning me from afar.
Just a bit, going past a star. How bizarre.
Nearer to me, than farther by far.
Awakening, deepening a channel for love.

Fullness is never bizarre, creativity always awakening.
Awakening a friendly crystallised stellar you, in you.
Awakening to who you are, recreates you, true to you.
Awakening hurdles death to find life, only awakening.

Awakening is laughing at being asleep, in part.
Not a peep now, to love yourself awake.
Slumber on, as you are carried by your soul.
Loving is the answer, to awaken your heart.

Love cries out, for you to awaken, and stop faking.
Sleeping, you never hear, love so near, just behind fear.
Until the knocking gets louder, louder still, filling you until.
Nightly dreams of awakening inside, shaking you now awake.

Going to bed is awakening to soul's whole role.
Dreaming of who you are not, awake, while deeply asleep.
Dreaming of awakening who you are, asleep to your soul.
Far, far away, your awakening, as soul, your eternal life goal.

The clouds of awakening, hide the truth of soul's cells.
Until the suns of shining light, light upon you, to unfold.
Shining brightly through soul, unless you are ego controlled.
Fully illuminating, awakening your self, past all else, and life's hells.

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