the wake-up call
is not that sudden.
more like sun-up from behind clouds,
feeling for the warmth
before the impress of the glare.
there is a knock on the door inside one's head
before there is room with a door to knock.
there is a flood of inner space
where think occurs,
but yet not crowded with thoughts
normally waiting in line.
drawnness overrides any sense of distraction.
the appeal has heart presence
before it has mind fill.
compelled is accomplish with soft encouragement.
a bigger picture registers with a soft gaze.
the intention has a fluidity
before any real physical movement happens.
it is as if a flood of grace
over a landscape of previous mired resistance.
perspective has lift off.
the camouflage has shoes,
realized behind the curtain for looking.
time is not sluggish in its invitation.
so many props are in support and applause.
wings have hand skills to boot.
no more statues to honor
in the latency park of resistance.
wake up has melody,
done only with inner sound.
it is like warm snow-melt has formally arrived.
welcome,
inner self has animation into life . . .
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