Waking Up
And Going Back to Sleep
Rising and falling.
The LORD keeps calling.
I don’t know how I deserve His grace.
But, that’s the only way I can go.
I’ve lost my life before. Not just from mace.
I know what it’s like to be dead.
He said. She said.
Wondering which side of my brain to believe
Which is God, and which is the Devil?
Left/right brain dichotomies
Cannot agree with myself
all the time
What’s the reason for the season
And the rhyme?
It’s not just treason
Mr. President, are you listening?
Mr. President, are you ok?
Are we awake yet? When do we realize that we are an extension of the great Self, God Almighty?
IN the fulness of creation
IN a physical simulation
The holographic world
And The State of the Nation
I am here for this
I was made for this, sent here on a comet from outer space
To save the human race from global extinction
Fact or fiction
Each one, teach one
How do I make words better?
And feed my dog on time
If I’m always thinking I’m Jesus Christ
And I deserve better, king am I
I am
A man, more than just a man
Cause then I’ll live forever
In a land of spiritual pleasure
Complete delight, like finding buried treasure
Drowning in the ocean
Finding peace without measure
If I rest in peace tomorrow, at least I won’t be living a lie.
The LORD knows best when I will go to sleep.
The LORD knows best when I will die.
The LORD himself is the only truth.
Everything else is a lie.
Fighting fire with fire burns the whole forest
learn to be water, my friend
See Jesus in each other
Not just in white men
White man, who the hell is he? What name did he take at birth? What if he was strange fruit, hanging on a tree of hypocrisy?
Roll with me, down the river of space-time and see, what lies beyond sensory perception.
The river of emptiness forms, swelling up in me. And I die to myself, waking up to The Reality.
The river of time: eternity. Who can make up rhymes, and burn them freely into your mind. Listen to me, “You are Christ the King.” All is vanity says the preacher, a song for his queen.
God, help me choose the right thing. Wake me up. Wake me up, so much that if I fall asleep it will be deep, and my dreams meaningful.
Shade tells me often that she is dead, and that God is talking through her body instead of her. I had to remind her, whatever god does in your body on this level, you have to pay the consequences with your body. I can imagine the pull between the levels of physical and conscious are quite challenging. Keep writing about it. Someone may need it one day, when they wake up. Until then I am learning how to understand my daughter in her new role, so thank you.
Just today and last night I was thinking about compartmentalization, and how so much incoherence and double standards arise from a willing acceptance to be different based on the occassion, and I don't mean acting different or respecting etiquettes. We will employ all of our intelligence to problems that we see as worth solving, but we play along with other people's games justifying our complicity through contextualization, the same way historians make sense of the decisions of previous humans.
Islam to me is about decompartmentalization, the unifying of all things, so that we are at all times the same person properly contextualizing ourself with respect to Our Creator as opposed to our fellow creation. As much as we may dismissively brush aside discussions of power politics by reminding us that Allah is the only true source of power, the actual lesson is to recognize and appreciate the power we already have which Allah has given to us. Only then will we truly take accountability for actions, and we do this in preparation for Allah taking all of us to account.