awake

The bottom line remains the same: you__e either awake or you__e not.One day, there it is. Nothing. No more enemies, no more battles.

I__e heard that sometimes a version of you must die before another more enlightened version can be born. I think that__ true after watching the corpse of myself walk around.

I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that__ beckoning to you.

Getting up early and feeling awake was the one skill he had never truly perfected - he got up, of course, but it never felt natural.

Some experiences are so wonderful, we are like those who dreamed experiencing it. Yet some are beyond amazing when compared to our best experiences we are as though we had been sleeping all the while.

When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.

I only wake to fall asleepAnd sleep, to awake without end.

Who cares what time you wake up and go to bed? What matters most is what you do with your life in between.

And sometimes when I tilt my head,in that deep sleep, I realize I forgot to tell youwhat happened at work, in the thick of,all other rubbish daily stuff.And then I hate to believe, it__ more than5 hours to hit the snooze, and now suddenly the night seems longer- than any lazy afternoon.I want to talk to you now, before I forgetHow I have imagined you will react, word by word,And act by act. But I kind of manage dozing off in a few minutes,And I clearly forget it morning,This entire instance.But tonight- when you are asleep, and I amWide awake like a snake, I don__ say I forgot anyBuzz to discuss, but I have this insane gushOf words of tell you I how much I have loved you through.Precisely none of this should be forgotten,So I decide to write this poem and tell you,I am so much in my moment of truth.

Let those who are awake awaken the dormant in every matter which desperately needs the liberating light of the truth or else the dormant will forever sleep!

As the bus took us north on a connection of dark farm roads and smaller highways, I started to wonder where all the cars were. How could the streets be so empty? How could people sleep when there was so much at stake, so much happening, when there were so many reasons to be awake and alive? And I wondered how it was that I could feel both empty, like these streets, and yet so full at the same time. And those weren't the only contrasting poles inside me. I felt sad and happy. Scared and exhilarated. I felt young and old.

The morning__ splendour is conceived in the dark womb of night. A truth _ we all know and believe. Yet a truth, that is most difficult to live and endure when one is in that dark womb. Alive and breathing _ but inert, vulnerable, and __n waiting_. Witnessing but not conscious, wakeful but not awake. (Page 2)

Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. Its the blue skin-smell of the sea, no matter where you are in the island city, and the blood metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and the waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and love that produces courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of hunderd bazaar devoted exclusively to perfume, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers. That smell, above all things - is that what welcomes me and tells me that I have come home. Then there were people. Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konark; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindi, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Parsee, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incoparable beauty, India.

I cannot continue to live a life I am not born to live! I cannot continue to exert my full strength and energy on that which least matter to the real essence of my life. I am born to arise and do something for something will make me something and anything will make me anything! Arise oh my soul and do something!

Today is a gift.Today is all I have.I be fully awake in today.

There is no work-life balance. We have one life. What's most important is that you be awake for it.

Most of the people of this world are asleep in their minds.

Before you speak... I have already heard. Before you see... I had seen a million times. Before you reach... I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.