There is more than one kind of awakening of course; the literal sense of the word being the most common and the least appreciated. The times we truly awaken to ourselves and having done so, most appreciate being awake and alive come after a long period where for far too long we were entirely unaware that we had fallen asleep at all.
in essence when one reaches the point in life where all the pettiness has created a sphere of negativity and can no longer tolerate it, that is an awakening. It is the soul reaching a point where it no longer can maintain the humanistic way of life and must then push into the life, body, and mind that it belongs to and begin to erase the people and situations where pettiness is most prominent.
new eyes for new sights
wearing 3d glasses on a flat plane and
i’m all awake, wide awake, taking it all in
like i’ve been sleepwalking this whole life.
The eyes slowly opened. Sound rushed echoing off of the ear drums, creating unknown sounds. Air began to rush in and out, in and out of her lungs. Her hands clenched tight, and loosened. Toes wriggled. This was her awakening. For the first time, she began to understand, what it means to be, alive.
The violation of a purity already tainted triggered an awakening that echoed in unknown depths. The rape of her mind equaled that of her body and for the efforts new senses were found. Whether or not she wanted this new awareness was another matter entirely.
i woke one morning to the most glorious sight ever. A bluebird out my window, the humming, peaceful melodies filled my ears. I always enjoy the magic involved with morning. the love it brings, the comfort of memories. fall creates a magic scene of falling leaves
awakening is like getting up after a long rest. you feel amazing, but also forget what happened. even though you cant remember, you know it was there. it happened. it was real. we are always real. always happening. always.
awekaneing is a diffficult thing. you have to change thing, do them different. see new things. not the old ones. awekening is one of the hardest things to do when you are sleeping deep. you
awakening on a weekend morning all I have to do is lay there and NOT look at the clock how I love it long slow breakfast and as many cups of coffee as i want and walking around the city love awakening on a weekend morning
Awakening from a long sleep felt as though she were jumping into cold water on a hot summer day. She shivered convulsively and nearly fell off the bed from the strength of it. “Ugh…” With awakening had come the memory of the night before and the pain of it as well. Her body ached and throbbed and her mind felt bruised with the memories of what had done…what she had done…it was an uncomfortable feeling.
That moment in the morning when you open your eyes for the first time and you move light dark to light. A realization. It was dark and now it is light. I was lost but now I am found. When I am awakened I can live again.
I think I may need one. I need to take another look at my life and how it got this crazy and figure out what really, really matters. Because if I keep this up, I’m not gonna make it to 35 cancer free. (Stress causes cancer)
Go ahead. Have an awakening today. Make it the best day of your life. I made my dogs happy by having an awakening on our morning walk. An awalkening, of sorts.
HE FELT AS IF HIS EYES WEIGHED A THOUSAND POUNDS. LIFTING THEM WAS IMPOSSIBLE. SO WITHOUT HIS VISION HE OPTED FOR SOMETHING HE WAS BETTER AT. HE LISTENED.
This book by Kate Chopin featuring that easy summer town, down south. Some languid drama but I wouldn’t know because I never finished it. Time and life took the better of me, I fell off the wagon onto my stone floor, bled a little. I got back up though, turning to Austen and Milton and Forster, culture of my mind. Tennyson came knocking, and I let him in!
The sounds of chatting old women woke her up more than the bright light from the sun. Kennah opened her eyes slowly, and for a moment she wasn’t sure where she was.
Oh, right. She had meant to ask Narcus if she could stay with him last night, until she remembered that she was angry at him and didn’t want to talk to him. Sleeping on the street definitely wasn’t her first choice.
an awakening can be polite or rude. A rude awakening can be unpleasant but instructive. A polite awakening can be comfortable but not very instructive. I prefer polite awakenings, but have had my share of rude awakenings.
Frustrating. How can they NOT get into those peoples minds again and reach them? To be able to get through, and then for them to slip away again back into themselves…
I heard the doctor was kind of egotistical. Hard to know when you don’t know someone in real life.
morning comes in a series of awakenings. not the one time event of youth: the end of a continuous slumber. now it stalls and stutters, consciousness coming and going, weaving around itself until I can no longer make sleep stay
A new just every thing becoming anew like spring yeah….I dont know this word can mean, has so many possibilities it can mean a new day anything new a flower that has just bloomed or just waking up IDKKKKKKKKK
He missed her. He detested waking up without her lying next to him. He missed the way her lips parted. The arch of her back. Her soft snores. He missed the way she would nuzzle her nose into his neck. He missed her morning kisses.
He is awakened by silence and now he avoids sleep.
With a blinding flash the darkness of the world lifted and the senses were enlightened. Seeing as we had never seen before. The darkness lifted and the sounds returned. Things never seen before suddenly were there plain as the eye could see.
the curse had lifted. Crackling of leaves as never seen before, the wrinkling of a stream drifted into our previously blind ears, and the sound of sunlight was in escapable.
life could return to this barren world.
the sound of the cheering was deafening,
The disbelief was impenetrable.
I hate waking up in the morning. but i guess awakening doesn’t have to be referencing that sort of awakening. It could be a spiritual awakening, being reborn in the spirit per say. That sort of awakening is okay.
in the morning no feelings growing out the place in side you, all sorts
we can’t feel
rising birds soaring the feeling of
nothing being there
excitement
without knowledge
total reassurance that everything is going to be okay, its too early to doubt
He blinked his eyes, the room slowly coming into focus. It was unfamiliar, but strangely comfortable. He sat up and looked around, wondering how he had gotten in such a strange place.
I recently had an awakening. The clock is ticking. Time is going by. What have I done with my life this far? What am I meant to become? I have to pay attention to what is going on around me and realize this awakening happened for a reason. Who am I?
A slow thought turning around. Close your eyes and suddenly you know things you never knew before. There’s a place that vaguely exists somewhere else. You might have been there before but you have a power that is large and frightening and you don’t know what to do with it.
She asked me, while I was still half asleep, if I would like to be someone else. I didn’t fully understand, so I pressed by body deeper into you. He is a painter, I think I might like to be him. Eventually I got up and ran after her, accepting.
finding that you dont have to live the way you have been, that there is something new, and something worth seeing in the world. being alive, and finally feeling alive. being found, and realizing that you are found. being awoken from the blindness you have called home.
I look around the cold room. This can’t be happening to me. What have I done to deserve this? My life was so perfect before, I thought nothing could touch me. I was entitled to the greatness my life was made of. This was my awakening.
To awake is both bitter and delightful. Awakened from slumber, but a new day has arrived. Take it semisweet, for if you are too crabby, it will shatter your day. I hate waking up, to be perfectly honest.
it’s been a long time scince i did this. I want it to have soecial meaning. I am going to write books. i am not going to follow my dreams, i will live in the moment.
There is more than one kind of awakening of course; the literal sense of the word being the most common and the least appreciated. The times we truly awaken to ourselves and having done so, most appreciate being awake and alive come after a long period where for far too long we were entirely unaware that we had fallen asleep at all.
A bringing of life, a new start, the beginning of the day when everything. Seems new and fresh,
in essence when one reaches the point in life where all the pettiness has created a sphere of negativity and can no longer tolerate it, that is an awakening. It is the soul reaching a point where it no longer can maintain the humanistic way of life and must then push into the life, body, and mind that it belongs to and begin to erase the people and situations where pettiness is most prominent.
The world was awakening in a sense of fury and confusion. Something had happened but no one could figure out what. If only
new eyes for new sights
wearing 3d glasses on a flat plane and
i’m all awake, wide awake, taking it all in
like i’ve been sleepwalking this whole life.
new eyes and new sights
wearing 3-d glasses in a 2-d realm and
i’m all awake, wide awake, taking it all in
like i’ve been sleepwalking.
The eyes slowly opened. Sound rushed echoing off of the ear drums, creating unknown sounds. Air began to rush in and out, in and out of her lungs. Her hands clenched tight, and loosened. Toes wriggled. This was her awakening. For the first time, she began to understand, what it means to be, alive.
The violation of a purity already tainted triggered an awakening that echoed in unknown depths. The rape of her mind equaled that of her body and for the efforts new senses were found. Whether or not she wanted this new awareness was another matter entirely.
i woke one morning to the most glorious sight ever. A bluebird out my window, the humming, peaceful melodies filled my ears. I always enjoy the magic involved with morning. the love it brings, the comfort of memories. fall creates a magic scene of falling leaves
awakening is like getting up after a long rest. you feel amazing, but also forget what happened. even though you cant remember, you know it was there. it happened. it was real. we are always real. always happening. always.
awekaneing is a diffficult thing. you have to change thing, do them different. see new things. not the old ones. awekening is one of the hardest things to do when you are sleeping deep. you
awakening on a weekend morning all I have to do is lay there and NOT look at the clock how I love it long slow breakfast and as many cups of coffee as i want and walking around the city love awakening on a weekend morning
Awakening from a long sleep felt as though she were jumping into cold water on a hot summer day. She shivered convulsively and nearly fell off the bed from the strength of it. “Ugh…” With awakening had come the memory of the night before and the pain of it as well. Her body ached and throbbed and her mind felt bruised with the memories of what had done…what she had done…it was an uncomfortable feeling.
That moment in the morning when you open your eyes for the first time and you move light dark to light. A realization. It was dark and now it is light. I was lost but now I am found. When I am awakened I can live again.
the leaving behind of a period of sleep to a new period or state of consciousness. the onset of awareness.
I think I may need one. I need to take another look at my life and how it got this crazy and figure out what really, really matters. Because if I keep this up, I’m not gonna make it to 35 cancer free. (Stress causes cancer)
Go ahead. Have an awakening today. Make it the best day of your life. I made my dogs happy by having an awakening on our morning walk. An awalkening, of sorts.
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HE FELT AS IF HIS EYES WEIGHED A THOUSAND POUNDS. LIFTING THEM WAS IMPOSSIBLE. SO WITHOUT HIS VISION HE OPTED FOR SOMETHING HE WAS BETTER AT. HE LISTENED.
This book by Kate Chopin featuring that easy summer town, down south. Some languid drama but I wouldn’t know because I never finished it. Time and life took the better of me, I fell off the wagon onto my stone floor, bled a little. I got back up though, turning to Austen and Milton and Forster, culture of my mind. Tennyson came knocking, and I let him in!
The sounds of chatting old women woke her up more than the bright light from the sun. Kennah opened her eyes slowly, and for a moment she wasn’t sure where she was.
Oh, right. She had meant to ask Narcus if she could stay with him last night, until she remembered that she was angry at him and didn’t want to talk to him. Sleeping on the street definitely wasn’t her first choice.
a beetle rustles through some leaves and on the other side of the earth, the sea parts in the night. you wake up from a dream.
an awakening can be polite or rude. A rude awakening can be unpleasant but instructive. A polite awakening can be comfortable but not very instructive. I prefer polite awakenings, but have had my share of rude awakenings.
Awakening
I think of the movie (with an “s.”)
Frustrating. How can they NOT get into those peoples minds again and reach them? To be able to get through, and then for them to slip away again back into themselves…
I heard the doctor was kind of egotistical. Hard to know when you don’t know someone in real life.
How can they not get back in… :(
morning comes in a series of awakenings. not the one time event of youth: the end of a continuous slumber. now it stalls and stutters, consciousness coming and going, weaving around itself until I can no longer make sleep stay
A new just every thing becoming anew like spring yeah….I dont know this word can mean, has so many possibilities it can mean a new day anything new a flower that has just bloomed or just waking up IDKKKKKKKKK
He missed her. He detested waking up without her lying next to him. He missed the way her lips parted. The arch of her back. Her soft snores. He missed the way she would nuzzle her nose into his neck. He missed her morning kisses.
He is awakened by silence and now he avoids sleep.
With a blinding flash the darkness of the world lifted and the senses were enlightened. Seeing as we had never seen before. The darkness lifted and the sounds returned. Things never seen before suddenly were there plain as the eye could see.
the curse had lifted. Crackling of leaves as never seen before, the wrinkling of a stream drifted into our previously blind ears, and the sound of sunlight was in escapable.
life could return to this barren world.
the sound of the cheering was deafening,
The disbelief was impenetrable.
I hate waking up in the morning. but i guess awakening doesn’t have to be referencing that sort of awakening. It could be a spiritual awakening, being reborn in the spirit per say. That sort of awakening is okay.
in the morning no feelings growing out the place in side you, all sorts
we can’t feel
rising birds soaring the feeling of
nothing being there
excitement
without knowledge
total reassurance that everything is going to be okay, its too early to doubt
He blinked his eyes, the room slowly coming into focus. It was unfamiliar, but strangely comfortable. He sat up and looked around, wondering how he had gotten in such a strange place.
I recently had an awakening. The clock is ticking. Time is going by. What have I done with my life this far? What am I meant to become? I have to pay attention to what is going on around me and realize this awakening happened for a reason. Who am I?
A slow thought turning around. Close your eyes and suddenly you know things you never knew before. There’s a place that vaguely exists somewhere else. You might have been there before but you have a power that is large and frightening and you don’t know what to do with it.
“If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.”
She asked me, while I was still half asleep, if I would like to be someone else. I didn’t fully understand, so I pressed by body deeper into you. He is a painter, I think I might like to be him. Eventually I got up and ran after her, accepting.
finding that you dont have to live the way you have been, that there is something new, and something worth seeing in the world. being alive, and finally feeling alive. being found, and realizing that you are found. being awoken from the blindness you have called home.
Awareness, alert, brought to the moment, time knowledge, I was made aware of his presence. In the moment of time.
I look around the cold room. This can’t be happening to me. What have I done to deserve this? My life was so perfect before, I thought nothing could touch me. I was entitled to the greatness my life was made of. This was my awakening.
To awake is both bitter and delightful. Awakened from slumber, but a new day has arrived. Take it semisweet, for if you are too crabby, it will shatter your day. I hate waking up, to be perfectly honest.
it’s been a long time scince i did this. I want it to have soecial meaning. I am going to write books. i am not going to follow my dreams, i will live in the moment.