Mother, I Am Awake Within You

What is the way and how shall we know it?

Are we doing anything except wandering?

How large are the circles of our journey?

Can you see my face through the glass?

Slowly everything unravels and what

Is unraveled is then revealed.

I do not wish to hide yet

Even part of ourselves

Remains hidden from

Conscious memory.

I have wandered endlessly in circles of

Mine own making. The path is worn well

Into the dirt. What discovery is to be made

From this place of known steps? How deeply

Must I look into the beatings of my heart? The

Home of my life and the life of my body all reside

Within this place. I am pleased and disappointed in how

All of this has come to be. How am I to deal with the ache

I feel at what has not been achieved? How much farther must

I push? What is there to push still at this point? What dawn have

We been waiting for?

elemental cosciousness

unsteady weariness from within
and without
i live yet i rot
returning to essential elements
no need to be buried
i'll turn to dust
     scatter in the wind
consciousness expands
                       as I
join / dissolve
into everything
I had hoped
to be

Awake

Awake
and yet

How to change

Easy-
it will be difficult
and gradual

Possible
always possible

True Consciousness Can Only Expand.

Let the river flow through me and find it's way
through my hands. I am awake and searching.
These days will not be in vain. What am I
offering to this plane? The energy within.

To live is to seek connection
both knowing and unknowingly.
Nature, family, friendship, art,
all call us towards union.
The present is the path
towards tomorrow,
choose connection.

This Gift

Consciousness is such a strange gift
to have bestowed upon us

It often goes by unnoticed for many years

The day comes
                         and it always does
that we become aware of it

To be alive and to be
                                  aware
of this world

to know life and to know the finite
reality of the present

                                 acceptance

Beautiful
                As beautiful as any sight
in our natural world

The Strangeness of Dreams

To wake and remember
a dream is a rarity
What from these subconscious
worlds haunts us
compels us
and takes on the name
for our highest expectations
of ourselves
To occasionally glimpse
a world alien
or a world strangely
familiar in ways
words often fail
What are we telling ourselves
What do the unseen voices
of the farthest planes
wish us to infer
To wake
to sleep
so often do we
traverse this distance
do we know
where this moment is?

Present tensions
Past life memories
Future tense relief

To Be

The act of living is such a hard load
For the living creatures of this world to bear.
It thus was life itself that sought to offer respite
Each day through the simple regenerative act
We have come to know as sleep. The ability
To let subconscious thought emerge fully 
Formed beneathe the closed eyes of a weary 
Body enables leaps of thought not possible
Through conscious means. Waking is a gradual
State marked by minor movements and 
Adjustments until mind and body have 
Reached a level of equilibrium in order
Endure the harsh reality of existence

No Alternative

You awake into consciousness-

how else would you start

the day?