When the Sleeper Awakens
So often
As our journey we call life progresses
We are actually asleep
Neither the light of day
Or the dark of night
The symphony of sounds
Or a touch of a human hand
Can stir us to be
It takes an awakening
From a divine source
To shake loose
The slumber from our eyes
And the stiffness of our hearts
To be consummately aware
That we are indeed
Alive
Then everything changes
A new and righteous hunger
For kindness and love
Truth that is neither black nor white
But a wisdom as old as time itself
That is only refuted by fools who do not see
Fluid lines of light and color
A tapestry of us all
And not a lonely thread
Miraculous moments that are not so easily explained
Simple yet complex
Bursting forth from our souls
A longing that we can not fill
To breathe, to be, to give. to hold
Our gifts that have lain dormant
Until we the sleepers awaken
ladyphoenix2016 
I like this so much that I had to read it again
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So many aspects of life here. So relevant to everyone.
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