Our Awareness
Thoughts flow to us like a stream,
Sometimes, they overflow the brim,
Nobody sees them,
It's a latent realm.
A tap lets out its contents,
A valve jets out its substances,
We're the recipients,
We're webbed in the circumstances.
Our source of awareness,
Our fountain of consciousness,
Is a vast space,
None of our senses can trace.
It’s a mystery field,
Our perception is an endless ocean,
Only its Creator can tame its motion,
Only His call they can heed.
January 21, 2023.
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