Even now as I am floating here
In the sea of Human Consciousness
Can I say that I am awake
If I am aware of it?
Even in the greatest moments
Of what defines us as human
Our Love
Our Creativity
Our moments
Of inspiration
Whether that be
Of courage
Or art
Or the moment of
Brilliance
When the scientist
Grasps a fraction
Of a fraction
Of understanding
About this universe…
Are We Conscious
At those moments?
Or are we being used
By the sea of a dreaming
Humanity?
I know too much
And too little…
I am tapped in
A gift and curse
The poet
Sage
Brilliant
Are cursed with
Blessed by
There are always
Two sides
And infinity
To consider.
Back to the beginning
Am I awake?
Are you?
Are we?
It takes great effort
To be so
And too many people
Only have enough
To get by
Or survive
To take the time
To work
On consciousness.
At the end of their work days
And weeks
Months and years
Times slips by
And moments
Of consciousness
Are reserved
For those who
Affluent enough
Sheltered enough
Spiritual enough
Removed enough
Have time and
Or energy
To afford.
Yet.
In spite of this
We grope in the dark
When music moves us
Or art
When we get high
On the little things
Or the big things
That knock
Us sideways
Cancer
Death
Birth
Separation
Crisis
Love
Forgiveness
The cycle
Of forgetfulness
And automatic pilot
Is disrupted
And for a moment
We question
Look around
And wonder
What the hell are we
Doing here?
Re-evaluate.
Then we become
Aware.
Awake.
Listen.
Do we know the sound
Of consciousness when
We hear it?
Do we know what it feels like
When we do it?
Do we?
Can we find it
When it is missing?
Can we call it out
From others hearts
And minds like
Calling and old friend
From across a busy
Street?
I don't know
Do you?
Do we?
All I know
Is that right Now
I am painfully
Aware.
