I struggled with this one for a few days, not quite sure of what was coming through.
Or what the subject matter was. I was trying to express that feeling when you first wake up in the morning, just that instant before you become conscious and you become aware of your body, the bed and the physical world. Of who you are and this life. It is like the soul or spirit has been wandering while your body slept and just crept back in before you wake.
It also refers to the constant struggle our mind /ego as it tries to understand/comprehend our true nature, our purpose, the reason for all of this, What’s it all about ?
Yet part of us knows, call it our soul, our spirit, that part of the Divine in all of us. We just have to be still to experience , not step outside ourselves to try to experience. It is the very act of trying to experience that blocks us from that which we already know and are.
Touched by the Cold Light of Dawn
On the edge of darkness, at the very seams
In the space between consciousness and the world of dreams
Memories awaken and rise to the surface
Of another time and another place
Touched by the cold light of another day
Sparkle for a moment, then fade away
In a place of whispers at the edge of time
A different rhythm, a different rhyme
A heaviness of soul, weighted down by doubt
We struggle so hard to break out
From the prison and chains of a troubled mind
The answers we seek, seem so hard to find
In a woven web of doctrine and rules
Conceived by wise men but enforced by fools
Seduced by the promise of Wisdom’s kiss
We grasp at illusions but the moment we miss
Morning light creeps across the bedroom floor
A ray of hope through an open door
A gentle caress to encourage and remind
And chase away the demons of the mind
Peeling away the layers of illusion
Sweeping away the cobwebs of confusion
Stay in the moment and feel the power of now
Yet we fail to grasp this truth somehow
Echoes in the mist, whisper and softly speak
We already know, the answers we seek
Deep inside the ember still glows
What the ego craves,the soul already knows
Though we may search near and far
For Who and What we truly are
Yet we fail to listen to the voice within
Perhaps that is our greatest sin ?
c/ Denis Murphy 25 October 2017