by Sarah Menkin
In the hurry of each day,
unconscious
sedated by the speed which dulls the mind
scarce is known what is
for all the dreams that glide through life.
Pushing past awareness,
still pursuing
meanings in the nothingness of sleep
an empty struggle
reaping wind from a ceaseless, hurried grind
Deep the darkness of the mind
unknowing,
passing through life in a whirling, empty chase,
circling to find
something passing into nothing.
Darker still the mind that once awakened,
falls back to running in this sleepless dream,
Afraid to reveal itself,
in light beyond darkness.
Slow down and waken,
look beyond the present
In light-from-light, true love will cast out fear
Out from darkness, you can see
beyond lightless fire.
