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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about how consciousness seems to almost sneak up on us and attention takes intention.



Awareness, doesn’t assail the senses with a shout;
Nay, it slowly… drifts in… strolling quietly all about! 
Until, like some Seeping Noiseless mist, it Lifts and Shifts- 
In random Wafts… presenting Gifts, of the surrounding Cliffs! 

Unconcealing… this one, and that one… and the other; 
Revealing… yet another... this or that, or some other! 
Awareness, extends unassisted… at first!  Yet it Thirsts;
It Beckons us on… It twists one’s Mental Arm… It Charms!

Awareness is a Caress… A Sensual Success… An access to the Now!
At best; It’s a Test- of our Focus… because, Hocus-Pocus… and Wow!
Our Locus is… Pow! Now a joke on Us… brushed aside, or crushed in stride;
Should we not Bide, and give to this… This Thus; our Undivided Focus; 

Thus, Trust NOT wholly, your Senses!  They are but Fences, round-about what IS… 
This “IS” Tis, but a Whiff… of what Truly, Newly IS… Awareness, thus asks of us…
Trust not, Just... what you See and Hear; and Look Beyond what you Fear;
Note with Care… Be thus Aware; For KNOW this… there is Ever more Here!

By, Geoffrey Marshall Regent

Submitted: March 23, 2021

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