avatarChristopher Paul Bettridge

Summary

The poem reflects on the nature of divine grace, the struggle with sleep and dreams, and the search for peace amidst the complexities of life.

Abstract

The poem "On the 7th of January" contemplates the divine potential within humanity, suggesting that righteousness and natural laws are often overlooked in the pursuit of pharmaceutical solutions for sleep and dreams. It metaphorically describes the growth of flowers from the Buddha's eyelids, symbolizing enlightenment and the struggle to maintain wakefulness for 40 days, a period that precedes the blooming of poppies associated with sleep. The poem contrasts the divine mercy that brings peace with the tortured dreams that plague mankind. It also touches on the personal experience of seeking rest, despite the ineffectiveness of external attempts to induce sleep, and the relief found in the quiet of the night, away from the chaos of life.

Opinions

  • The author believes in a divine flow or grace that is bestowed upon humanity, which is often unnoticed.
  • There is a skepticism about the effectiveness of pharmaceuticals in providing genuine rest, as they may lead to troubled sleep.
  • The poem suggests that true peace and rest are spiritual or transcendental, rather than chemical, as indicated by the metaphor of the Buddha's flowers and the 40 days of wakefulness.
  • The speaker feels a sense of detachment or isolation from the rest of humanity, particularly in the quest for sleep and respite from tortured dreams.
  • The poem conveys a sense of weariness and the desire for a peaceful rest that is free from the troubled dreams that afflict others.

Poem on the 7th of January

You were right in the middle of the potential of God's nature; the three of us are recipients of this Theoretically bestowed flow. See? Righteousness and the temporal laws Mankind, curiously blind to which fraction of Pharmaceutical formulation would, mayhaps? give Sleep and Tortured Dreams to all tonight but you and I

The flowers, grown from the Eyelids of the Buddha fallen forty times a day as he sat awake Grown up until the Flowers sap before the Poppy blooms 40 Days Awake, until just before the flowers cast their crimson Bower o'er where the Divine Mercy bestows Morpheus his powder Destined to bring peace from pain, yet all the same Tortured Dreams for all mankind……..

Or Princess St., this one's at least tonight in for necessary need, bringing sleep to you and I as he impotently tries to bring his Tortured Dreams inside! I am simply too tired to more than obliterate the soft confluence of myself

And the soft night falls away, and I'm free down the line. No one else hears my keys as bells from hell I'm just outside our airspace

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