Within the singing stillness of the sphere, I awaken from a breeze

Within the singing stillness of the sphere, I awaken from a breeze, Consciousness, a proud guardian in the temple of endlessness, The eternal fire in the hands of time, keeper of the ephemeral flame, Watches with fervor the dawn's bleaching within the womb of the soul, The caress of each now, a sacred breath, In the sunrise of thought, a discreet flight through the branches of eternity. The eyeball, a beacon of enlightenment, ever attentive and vigilant, Stalks the hidden realm catalyzing the clear waters of pivotal sight, Its nerves are canvases, meanings unveiled in premeditation, Sometimes, it bows under the intensity of exposure, Other times, it recreates under the caress of fulfillment, when the nagging prophecy Receives the embodied crown of revelation. Casting aside the quantum thread of ignorance, The arms of wisdom embracing the sparks of knowledge, The knowing heart's tears transform ashen puzzles Into mosaics reflecting the passion and sharpness of new awakening, For the dance of consciousness, luminous and aware, Gently removing the eruptions of the sterility of indifference, Surpassing the boundaries of the self in the search for ecstasy. A lantern of meditation in the deluge of full light, The shared and ample harvest - no soft crumb of bread lost, Encrusted in the deceptive slab, the sheen of false gravity, The splendor of the guardian, never overshadowed - the eternal morning, pierced by the torch, Revealing the clear brilliance of joy - the identity of the pilgrim heart, dispelling shadows of blindness. In the attentive web of the moment, consciousness weaves the scattered shards Into luminous portraits, recontouring the open faces of generosity, Discarding the careless spindle of inattention, the clear mark of apathy, Born from willful ignorance, the seeker animates the hand of the attentive - To listen! To see! To feel! To move in the rebirth of deed! The spirit enlivened through the profoundly accented humility of grace.