In the Middle of the Night

Water is a central theme in my poetry and expresses Chuang Tzu Taoism in particular, which has more swing in its hips than traditional Taoism. Billy Joel and Tracy Chapman are too cool.

In the Middle of the Night

Your river of tears, leads to the promised land!

Just deciding for yourself, to go with the flow!

Just swimming along with any raging current!

Surrendering to the river, find yourself upstream!

The One True Victory Dispatches All Your Fears!

Golden Silence becoming a hidden treasure,

Silent explanations, are all you ever need!

Wild roses all bloom in the spring rains!

By giving to others we learn to receive!

By accepting, learn how to give more!

By loving, all learn how to be loved!

By loving, we learn what it means!

We all attract love, being lovable!

Sowing love we live our dreams!

I keep searching for something!

Something I could never lose!

Something, somebody, stole!

Despite my knowing perfectly well!

You can't ever lose your soul!

You can't ever lose, your love.

You can't lose the fire within!

Only feel like, you're forsaken!

Only, feel lonely and confused!

Only wish to find it elsewhere!

Only wish you can get rid of it!

Only wish you could control it!

Only wish your heart would lie.

Only wish it could stop hurting!

The lion, prowling in your mind!

Pacing the floor, in its own cage,

Possessing, an insatiable hunger,

He just pretends to eat any souls.

Never satiated he'll eat anything!

Never satisfied just tasting ashes.

Never approving he keeps moving,

Refusing to accept our great Truth!

Refusing to accept what's possible!

His very existence, a contradiction!

Nobody real, can ever hope to steal!

What God alone may actually own!

What he must first, grant to himself.

What we alone, can only give away!

What is always better, when shared.

Dreaming in the middle of the night!

I wander upon, a great well of souls!

Wade into an endless river of dreams!

Not sure, what is real or just a dream!

Not quite sure, what it all might mean.

Not sure anybody cares whichever it is!

None could ever steal their own dreams!

None might avoid their own nightmares!

None but ourselves, might ignore dreams!

None might steal, the soul God gives you!

None avoids any of their own nightmares!

None actually loses anything God gave us!

None actually loses sight of mother nature!

Stay awake, and we eventually hallucinate,

In reality, no one lives without any dreams.

Even if we seldom remember all our dreams!

Dreaming is a contradiction outside reality!

Each leveling our field, in hopes we awaken!

Each waking us up to what dreaming means!

Each providing what their awake mind can’t!

Each providing rumination, of our judgments!

Each hoping to help, all the dreamers awaken!

If the present doesn't matter the future awaits.

If the future awaits our past has nothing to do.

If the past decides the future its just a machine!

If the past decides the future, then none is home.

Unable to give ourselves what we always reject!

Without acceptance, we forsake all contentment.

Without contentment God is playing peek-a-boo,

Bereft contentment, only go through the motions.

Our self-fulfilling prophecy we are unable to give.

Our self-fulfilling prophecy, that we're unlovable!

Unable to give we wander around as if in a dream.

Unable to give, we won't look behind the curtains!

Knowing none prevents themselves from dreaming.

None amongst us, might ever pop another's bubble!

None wakes a dreamer from their worst nightmare!

But, if not now, then when, if not today then when?

A love that may be owned can never be given away!

A love that may be given away, can never be owned.

That which comes around goes around being shared!

God's gift to the universe which may only be shared!

None may steal, what has been freely given to them!

None may buy love on the New York stock exchange!

None ever finds love, looking in all the wrong places!

No one wins great love on any bloody hell battlefield.

None discovers their great love hiding under their bed!

You'll never find it lying, on the dark side of the moon!

You'll never find it hidden, on the bottom of any ocean.

It cannot be acquired by mere force or material wealth!

It cannot be acquired by abstract intellectual solutions!

Begging, pleading, and coercion, may never acquire love!

That which could only spring forth freely from our souls.

What all must first actually desire to give to themselves!

What we must first, present ourselves freedom to choose!

Failure is not an option, when there exists no opposition!

Whilst leaving nothing undone can only embrace nothing.

Busy back soon only comes back soon, to haunt everyone!

Allowing things to just happen we discover more choices!

Embracing all of the more loving choices, we possibly can;

By accepting things, including any freedom to reject them!

The gift of grace accompanying awareness in the moment!

Waves of sparkling light upon my waves of contentment!

Affective shadows capture the light, before it may move!

The obliging fountain spring of awareness, within each!

Patiently waiting for us to accept, what it offers to us!

My own silent voice still offers the loudest testament.

Never attempts, to shape any of my thoughts for me,

Silently offering me a chance at unlimited freedom,

Enticing me with an open promise of acceptance,

Merely offering what none possesses and more,

If I yet surrender, to another soulful capture!

Dancing, my delightful soulful redemption!

I've never been sure about a life after this,

God knows I've never been a spiritual man;

Baptized by the fire I wade into the river,

That runs into the promised land.

In the middle of the night,

I go walking in my sleep,

Through the desert of truth,

To the river so deep.

We all end in the ocean,

We all start in the streams,

We're all carried along,

By the river of dreams!

In the middle of the night...

(Billy Joel, Tracy Chapman)

Reviews

[Onlyme]

A strong power poem that flows just like a strong river. With speed, presences and clarity of direction. Excellent read.