Years ago I dreamed
I was walking around
holding a large sign
that said: “path to awakening”
upon it.
I couldn’t decide
where to hang it
and finally settled
on placing it above
my own bed,
pointing at my own head,
where I then,
woke up.
Disappointingly literal,
or simplistically profound,
I was not sure,
but I think of this dream
and about the things we seek
and how we wander
and what we crave.
Perhaps we already carry
what we need to awaken.
Perhaps we already hold
our own signs
Perhaps we need only
to open our eyes,
to be awake,
right here.
A recent poem for #30DaysofGoddess, prompt: Awaken.
