The Sleeper Must Awaken
Some of you might remember that line from Dune - “The Sleeper Must Awaken”
That line always gives me goosebumps. There is something haunting about it, very much like one of my favorite Rilke poems, The Man Watching, it is worthy of a read NOW -
The Man Watching
by Rainer Maria Rilke
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestler’s sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
I don’t know why, but that poem and that line from Dune feel to me as if they are saying the same thing. The sleeper must awaken within us, we must awaken, and there is only one chance we have at doing so, and that time has come, it is NOW. There is only one place it can happen, and miraculously, we are actually there NOW, it is HERE. A storm is coming, we must awaken, HERE and NOW!
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