WAKE-UP CALLING

Beholden to arise when least expected,

even before we awake and the dawning breaks;

taken - unwisely - for granted.

The sun is still dawdling under the Eastern sky

and no birds stirs;

only nocturnal creatures

perambulate the darkness.

When sap and the Oracle rise

with photosynthesis on its diurnal tide,

in the breathing ebb and flow

of life’s own chi itself.

The time of quietitude.

That preternatural moment

for (re)cognition:

to steep unwittingly beyond

spacetime’s conscious knowing -

in absolute, hyper-surety.

Tomorrow, each very next spec of quantum awareness

all-ways ensues.

Thus we assume, predict.

It’s merely a myth and story

that the sun switches off at noon.

Did it ever stop or turnabout?

The ancients, prophets and lucid dreaming

may foretell and see:

chat-forums and our fears

rendering our reality quite real - but, truly or for a joke,

can speculation, supposition

ever create any actual thing

… other than Mind itself!