Wake up Wake up The dream has become the nightmare has become the dream. I got it wrong A revolution comes full circle The beginning is the end is the beginning A cycle of repetition The revolution does not bring me some place new it brings me back again from what I left. Wake up or I will be here again too soon water flows into the bowl filling up to flush down. Then it fills again only to do it again. Same bowl different crap. If I am the water I want to fill the cup, not the bowl to hydrate the body to cleanse the soul. It is time to wake up, to break the cycle, to end the revolution. I wake up and make my life a line. From birth to death, The next moment unknown. I no longer will race back to a beginning I know from an end I don’t want. The cycle repeats because of the perceived comfort in knowing what is. In knowing I can prepare for pain. I embrace un-knowing. I have no need for pain. The revolution which just began, has just ended. It ended when I woke up. I don’t know what comes next The cycle is broken. I lovingly step into the moment to embrace a loving un-known. If a loving GOD is the force that set all hearts to beating And that heart beats with purpose based on a foundation of love. I have one prayer as I proceed with passion “Love’s will be done” I am awake.
