Poetry

Stay Awake

Diwata15 Comments

Lying here
Oh it’s like I’ve been asleep forever
Waiting for the clouds to clear
All along I’ve been dreaming of…
Been dreaming for a million years…

Breathe in…
Feel the energy raising up my spine to the top
Breathe out…
Feel the energy flowing down from the top to the heart
Breathe in… Breathe out…
Breathe in… Breathe out…
Breathe in… Breathe out…
One more time…
And a kiss of the morning light…
Blow all the fears away
The sun is here to stay
I see it now…
Tell me if the wait is over
I see it all…
The clear sky makes me fall

I’m awake from an endless night
Wake up, watch me as I rise
Here, hold my hand
And even if we close our eyes
We stay awake now…

And forever…

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15 thoughts on “Stay Awake”

    • Huugggggs Cabrogal! I’m glad to see you back here 🙂 This happened late 2013 or early 2014 (i’m not good in tracking time but life events) before I started the blog, I thought I needed to write it.. I thank you for introducing me to Sufi poets and especially to Rumi, i love him… Some tropical sunshine for you brother!!

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        • not this one and thank you for sending this…

          “HU, that which exists, HU means that which was and will be
          No word can ever contain the infinitude presence, once the consciousness arises
          after this volcanic experience… on asking what happened to you, sufi says, Huuuu… ” (i cried… There were experiences and things that happened to me that I couldn’t explain, it all make sense to me now)

          I’ve found the entire narration of the video, i need this posted here. Now i’m off, I need some chocolate milkshake 🙂 Thanks again Cabrogal..

          Narration:
          Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi says…
          The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you, don’t go back to sleep!
          You must ask for what you really want, don’t go back to sleep!
          People are going back and forth across the doorsill, the door is round and open,
          don’t go back to sleep!
          I would love to kiss you, the price of kissing is your life.
          Now, my loving is running towards my life, shouting ‘what a bargain, lets buy it…’
          One has to be a seeker, but before becoming a seeker, one has to become a lover. You cannot become a lover if you have filth of worldly attachments.
          World is here in front of us to give us experiential knowledge and understanding
          that it is changeable, transient entity…
          Laugh, sing, dance, make love, have children, create houses, money, and power, and yet in a moment, death snatches everything and leaves you shivering shaking in fear and ultimately drowning in unconsciousness…
          It is not possible to taste the divine wine of love if you haven’t met a sheikh, a mystic.
          One has to become a ney, a reed flute; one has to become empty, hollow then all the poetry all the music will come through you
          This divine love occupies heart and mind and then all universe seems as if it is just the beloved peeping to us from behind the sun, behind the stars and moon,
          flowers and trees, men and women, children and old.
          Once this divine love makes its roots in the heart, the person gets overwhelmed, drenched in this beautiful experience where the mind goes into the zone of silence.
          The whole universe then exhibits the divine dance of love.
          The one who has surrendered to the Lord is called a sufi and sufi sings the zikr –
          la illaha ill allaah – there is no reality but god, there is only god.
          Zikr has three parts: the first is the denial of everything visible, second is the explosion into the individual, and the third part is the outbreathing of divine presence HU
          Sufi sings HU – That which is, That which was, That which will be…
          World becomes nothing more than an image, stitched with gold thread on the tapestry, just the playful addition.
          Drunk in love, the lover calls out in longingness to the one who resides in the heart
          but still seems so far.
          Nobody wishes a heaven if the price is death…
          Nobody will wish for immortality if the cost is death…
          But this is what Love is — DEATH…
          But from this arises the resurrection of a new you – pure, virgin, loveful. And now, the calls of heart gets answered.
          Until the ego is alive, there is no possibility of love to happen. When darkness of ego is blown away with longingness. Urgency, search of the truth, this becomes possible
          For Jalaluddin Rumi, it happened, when Shams-e-Tabrizi arrived and stole his heart and mind
          And then the love occupied this vaccum.
          While someone asked Shams whose head was full of ideas and desires, he said: “tell me about divine mystery”.
          Shams said:
          “I cannot tell you the mystery.
          I can tell this mystery only to someone in whom I can see myself.
          This mystery I will tell only to myself.
          I don’t see myself in you. I see someone else.
          The mind has to be emptied of all attachments, greed, passion, darkness and for this the teacher, the sheikh has to hit lovefuly, until the mind is shattered…”
          The existence of the beloved cannot be proven physically, nor it is a fantasy.
          This presence at best has been given many many names in different cultures,
          yet the presence remains nameless.
          You may call it Allah, Brahman, Reality, Truth, or any other word because that is what best a mind can try to do, give the name to the nameless.
          The sheikh is a mirror, a reminder of that presence, understanding of this mystery comes through the Sheikh and it transforms all the energies of the seeker.
          Rumi says, “I have phrases in whole pages memorized to but nothing can be told of love you must wait until you begin to live the love, be patient, utterly patient.
          The journey which begins from love towards god, a moment comes in this journey
          when finally the union happens, all boundaries get dissolved and this ‘I’ is no more different from that. As Al-Hillaj-Mansoor cried out An-al-Haq ‘I am That’ and then Total Emptiness”
          ‘I’ is no more so who will call whom, just a vast emptiness which is best described by Sufis as HU, that which exists, HU means that which was and will be
          No word can ever contain the infinitude presence, once the consciousness arises
          after this volcanic experience… on asking what happened to you, sufi says, Huuuu… ”

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  2. Greetings,

    Thank you for this wonderful poem. We like very much the tone of it, the waking up after dreaming a million years, the rising up, the awakening.

    All good wishes,

    robert

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    • You put a big smile on my face Aquileana 🙂 it’s 10am here i’m having a coffee at the balcony while the sun is shining and the neighborhood is busy..Maybe my neighbor thinks I’m crazy for having this big smile on my face hahaha.. I’m sending you sunshine love ❤ Thanks Aquileana

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        • True! Neat and odd.. It is Thursday, 9 April here, i’m sort of “in the future” it is kinda amazing to think of that. But communication through the ether seems to dissolve the time and space between us… Enjoy your night ❤

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  4. Hi Diwata, what a great blog I have been enthralled reading from it for the last half an hour even though it is well after midnight 🙂 I loved the poem (liked seems so neutral and out of place for such a work, it has a wonderful sound and flow, with really sinuous rhythms, and seems to breath into the heart of life itself ( as did the next poem on your blog), and then to be able to read a whole extended quotation from Rumi (one of my favorite poets) and the two readings from his work, wonderful. Thanks for following and liking on my blog, best wishes and blessings, Charles.

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    • Thank you Charles for the kind words. I smile. Yes, Rumi is one of my favorites too. And this particular readings (Rumi) somehow fits with my “Stay Awake” poem (well, for me, and i thank Cabrogal for sending it).. I’m really glad you enjoyed this journey on my blog… Sending you good thoughts 🙂

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