waking and dreaming: The Via Negativa
Wanting to pay attention, falling asleep at the wheel
Is the wheel really turning, or just what is this deal?
I opened my eyes, I swear I did, just a moment ago
But visions of sugarplums dance just where there only was cold and snow.
The cold light of day, the bright morning star — what is it that blinds my sight?
How can I know how near or far I am from the end of night?
Is that hope up ahead, the light of day, a break in the clouds and rain?
Or is it instead the menacing rush of a deadly approaching train?
“Open my eyes, that I may see” — how earnestly, often we pray;
But what is the truth that my eyes show to me? Am I right to feel dismay?
I want to pay attention to the world and what is real
But how can I shake the slumber? What now do I feel?