The sea of dreams

The sea of dreams                                                                                            
 
Take heart, o dreamer! (still deep in your slumber).
The Awakened One is beside your bed, whispering
 
in a language you have long forgotten, entering
your dreams to sow the seeds of clarity.
 
He’ll abandon, at times, His gentleness –
rudely slap your face or rump just to wake you up;
 
shake you roughly; strip you of your coverings; 
draw aside the curtain, open a window
 
upon the cold, uproarious world –
all the while patiently calling your name,    
 
the one He gave you ages ago, before
He set you adrift on the vast sea of dreams.
 
O child of God, your Father would never leave you
to an existence of aimless diaphaneity.