To what end do I awake,
but only to sleep again?
To walk the path I’ve walked before,
or pass through new and gilded doors?
To watch by day the travesties,
of man against his brother?
But dream by night about tranquil light,
and love for one another.
So I ask once more,
as I did before;
to what end do I awake?
But to love my brother as my self,
this is the path I choose to take;
And if my brother has a need,
his care I will partake.
For life is what you make of it,
in sleep or waking hour;
And peace will come to the enlightened one,
who will stop and smell the flowers.
In the wee hours of.....9-09-02