Wake Up
Why do you sleep,
Asked to me
The gurgling river waters?
Can't you see how beautiful
Is the sky and how fresh are
The surroundings?
Can't you feel how thrilling
Is the breeze that caresses
Your skin in the depth of the night?
Why do you sleep,
Echoed the mountains, the ferns,
The leaves, the flowers,
The valleys, the rocks and even
The entire cosmos?
Why do you sleep
When existing is a grandiose gift,
Given only to a handful?
And I, ever so serene,
Looked at them all with a smile
And said,
What else can I do when the
God that rules over my heart
Dwells somewhere so far away
That He allows me to cross the bridge
That separates me from Him only when I sleep?
What else can I do when it is only when I am
In my dream state
That He whispers to me
More mysticism, which are my shields,
The weapon which not only allows me
To swim in lakes filled with snakes
But which also
Allows me to be merciful to those
Who are less lucky than me!
Pray, tell me,
What else can I do
In a world whose waking state
Is itself lived like a dream?
Why, let me sleep,
Someday, I shall wake up
To a new dawn laden with spiritual
And fundamental duties!
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