Inspired by Awaken

[yesplease]

I thought I'd explore the possibilities of the world brought to us by Awaken. I make no claim that this is in any way related to Jon's inspiration and meanings, it is a personal and neccessarily brief wander through the by-ways of possibility.

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A man climbs a high, lonely hill and sees around him the wonders of nature, and above, in the clear, deep blue sky, stars can be seen.
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Wearied by his efforts but full of joy at being as one with Creation, he opens his mind and in the silence of the hilltop, starts to enter a blissful, trance-like state.
<o:p> </o:p>
His soul soars as a bird, upward and onwards, as Horus greeting the Sun. Time seems to hang, the sweep of seconds slowed so that each heartbeat lasts a lifetime. Turning his vision down to the hill top, his still form is sitting within the frame of the Universe.
<o:p> </o:p>
Feeling the rush of wakening into the Universe, he opens his eyes, then opens his mind’s eye, and with absolute clarity he understands.
<o:p> </o:p>
The beginning of all, the sum of all. All life, all things, all are as one. To hold a pebble is to hold the whole of Creation. All run through with the energy of the Universe, all linked and all eternal.
<o:p> </o:p>
Seeing the story of Man played out in the face of Time, and sensing the desire to be free again, his awakening to be shared in story and song. The beauty of the works of Man set amid the cruelty and suffering of War made more beautiful for the possibility of their being amongst the chaos and darkness.
<o:p> </o:p>
And his mind’s eye turns and looks upon the face of the Infinite and benign Universe, and his soul rejoices that the cold void between the islands of Creation can be filled, and that the mind of Man has only to waken to a new dawn to enter a new age. The ever-opening flower of the Universe brings all within itself, and contains itself, and all is part of the One.
<o:p> </o:p>
Casting his mind’s eye to the edges of What Is, he comes to the very cusp of being. Bright points in the darkness swirl and coalesce, the Void given form and the light dividing from the darkness.
<o:p> </o:p>
And the Spirit of Creation moves within him and he knows. The path of Man is not walked alone, the footprints we leave are never washed away by the tide of Time but are absorbed into the history of all things. What was is not lost, what was changes yet at some point is always the same. Seen though the eyes of a child, the Universe sparkles and is new and strange. The terrors of the unknown do not ravage the hearts of those who know that they are part of Creation, that their lives have the same Master as the lives of stars and of insects, that the winds of time stir the eddies of existence for them as for the wanderings of continents and the frozen sojourns of distant comets.
<o:p> </o:p>
And he gains the knowledge that was lost among the tiers of experience, among the echoes of the lives of countless Men before. And in that moment of realisation, the ever-opening flower of the Universe sits in his hand and he can look closely and see himself, sitting on the high hilltop, in the warm sun caressed by the breeze and wearing a crown of stars.
<o:p> </o:p>
As his eyes close, the vision fades but the memory remains. The knowledge now is his. Where his foorprints sparkle in the pools of history, many other tracks cross and re-cross, diverge or run parallel for a time. And turning, sees the eagle high above, his brother, his soul-harbour, his creation. And knows that he will never be alone.



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Sorry if I wasted your time with this wibble, but sometimes a man's gotta do what aman's gotta do!

[Hed G.]

That's beautiful!

[Apollo 77]

yesplease,

I'm sure many have tried (and failed) to write down an account of their interpretation of AWAKEN. A beautiful, but very complex piece, I'm sure we all have our own ideas on the song. The fact that you have made a (very good) attempt at this does you credit. I thoroughly enjoyed your piece, thanks for that.

[relayeire]

A man climbs a high, lonely hill and sees around him the wonders of nature, and above, in the clear, deep blue sky, stars can be seen.
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Wearied by his efforts but full of joy at being as one with Creation, he opens his mind and in the silence of the hilltop, starts to enter a blissful, trance-like state.
<o:p></o:p>
His soul soars as a bird, upward and onwards, as Horus greeting the Sun. Time seems to hang, the sweep of seconds slowed so that each heartbeat lasts a lifetime. Turning his vision down to the hill top, his still form is sitting within the frame of the Universe.
<o:p></o:p>
Feeling the rush of wakening into the Universe, he opens his eyes, then opens his mind’s eye, and with absolute clarity he understands.
<o:p></o:p>
The beginning of all, the sum of all. All life, all things, all are as one. To hold a pebble is to hold the whole of Creation. All run through with the energy of the Universe, all linked and all eternal.
<o:p></o:p>
Seeing the story of Man played out in the face of Time, and sensing the desire to be free again, his awakening to be shared in story and song. The beauty of the works of Man set amid the cruelty and suffering of War made more beautiful for the possibility of their being amongst the chaos and darkness.
<o:p></o:p>
And his mind’s eye turns and looks upon the face of the Infinite and benign Universe, and his soul rejoices that the cold void between the islands of Creation can be filled, and that the mind of Man has only to waken to a new dawn to enter a new age. The ever-opening flower of the Universe brings all within itself, and contains itself, and all is part of the One.
<o:p></o:p>
Casting his mind’s eye to the edges of What Is, he comes to the very cusp of being. Bright points in the darkness swirl and coalesce, the Void given form and the light dividing from the darkness.
<o:p></o:p>
And the Spirit of Creation moves within him and he knows. The path of Man is not walked alone, the footprints we leave are never washed away by the tide of Time but are absorbed into the history of all things. What was is not lost, what was changes yet at some point is always the same. Seen though the eyes of a child, the Universe sparkles and is new and strange. The terrors of the unknown do not ravage the hearts of those who know that they are part of Creation, that their lives have the same Master as the lives of stars and of insects, that the winds of time stir the eddies of existence for them as for the wanderings of continents and the frozen sojourns of distant comets.
<o:p></o:p>
And he gains the knowledge that was lost among the tiers of experience, among the echoes of the lives of countless Men before. And in that moment of realisation, the ever-opening flower of the Universe sits in his hand and he can look closely and see himself, sitting on the high hilltop, in the warm sun caressed by the breeze and wearing a crown of stars.
<o:p></o:p>
As his eyes close, the vision fades but the memory remains. The knowledge now is his. Where his foorprints sparkle in the pools of history, many other tracks cross and re-cross, diverge or run parallel for a time. And turning, sees the eagle high above, his brother, his soul-harbour, his creation. And knows that he will never be alone.




that's exactly what I was gonna say! lol... good job!