|The struggle along the journey’s path is the choice of
either being awake or falling back to sleep.
Albert Schweitzer wrote
about the sleeping sickness of the soul.
The words have instructed me many times
and I share them with you.
“You know of the disease in Central Africa
called sleeping sickness….
There also exists a sleeping sickness of the soul.
Its most dangerous aspect is
that one is unaware of its coming.
That is why you have to be careful.
As soon as you notice the slightest sign of indifference,
the moment you become aware
of the loss of a certain seriousness,
of longing, of enthusiasm and zest,
take it as a warning.
You should realize that your soul suffers
if you live superficially.
People need times in which to concentrate,
when they can search their inmost selves.
It is tragic that most men have not achieved
this feeling of self-awareness.
And finally, when they hear the inner voice
they do not want to listen anymore.
They carry on as before so as not to be constantly
reminded of what they have lost.
But as for you,
resolve to keep a quiet time both in your home
and here within these peaceful walls
when the bells ring on Sundays.
Then your souls can speak to you
without being drowned out
by the hustle and bustle of everyday life.”
Is my soul asleep? Is my soul asleep?
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives of thought
That work in the night, stopped again?
And that water-wheel,
Is it going around now with the cups empty,
Only carrying shadow?
Is my soul asleep? Again?
Sleep is necessary. It replenishes the energy for ordinary life.
The soul has a need to rest.
We must sleep in order to wake well.
Energy becomes regenerated.
Some of that energy needs to be reserved for soul work.
If we don’t,
we might always live in sleep and never awaken.
Is it sufficient that you have learned to drive a car?
Or, shall we look and see what is under the hood?
Most people go through life without ever knowing.
(Dr. June Singer)
“When at first…love captured my heart,
My elation kept the neighbors awake all night.
Now that my love has grown deeper,
my cries have calmed down.
When fire catches, smoke disappears.” (Rumi)