The Dawning of Consciousness

The hours of the insistent thought, of waiting war, of turmoil in dilemma gather up their own black shadows at the waning of the night. There are no tolling bells for them, for brighter moments make us men. Then it is we may discover that we are alive, autonomous, aware. It shakes us, hurts us just a bit ...and it is good. It is then that "never mind" grows its inspiration, as the shadows grow with every waxing of the sun. And here we take that one profound and unseen gift that we may never understand, and then begin the life path to explore the precious detritus that has sifted through. The consciousness that of its genuine nature seizes the gaze, arrests desire, pervades reality, dismissing self, and then becomes its queen. She has no need for throne or light; Her silent presence rules the day. ~