Awareness Poems - Poems about Awareness

Remember how you’ve come such a long way Becoming iterations of what you’ve become You’ve grown vulnerable with a pompous inner child You know joy is about being grateful And your grief has melted to give way to...Read the rest...

Courage is not fashioned in One's mind This language unknown to the Ego's eye ...Read the rest...

Where there is war, There can be no peace; No matter who or where you are, We must, as one, tame this vicious beast:- Where there is war, There can be no peace; No matter who are where you...Read the rest...

Thou who would bear the name of truth-teller, Reverberate the sound of truth with words of flame That the gen’ral mind daren’t whats’ever. And set forth a heart of righteousness unrestrained. Neither friend nor acquaintance matter not, Thy words thou...Read the rest...

Hans Staten explorer in 1557 was at large!! And into the Amazon he did Barge..He was sion taken as a prize..To be cooked and eaten Later..No lies.) It took all his ingenuity, and our God the...Read the rest...

How others act Their awareness How you react Your awareness. Be aware What you know You never fail Unless stupid. Know yourself Embody it all Understanding Ignite passion....Read the rest...

All appearance is dualistic by definition And yet, all appearance Is the natural display of non-duality (9/10/24) ...Read the rest...

Innocence. Dissonance. A mind in puzzle pieces- The poisoned family tree has reaches; Narcissism. Derision. A rampant spreading fire- All the leaves of a mask they acquire: An intergenerational sexist pattern flow It only takes one person to really know. Unaware....Read the rest...

Richard was quiet this morning..He sat listening to the Part of the world around him, there was thd odd bird Call the muted ticking of the clock in the hall, he looked A the dark t v screen,...Read the rest...

Beneath the surface where thoughts often stray, Lies a bias that colors our view each day. Invisible threads weave through the mind, Shaping perceptions we're blind to find. We see through lenses that age has stained, Distorting the world with...Read the rest...

I stare at myself through a display case, Defaming the shape and molds that I hold. Capture my face through a lens, Posting yet another layer that I’ll have to tear. Scripting these dreams so they’re easy to...Read the rest...

I'm enduring the longest winter's nightfall that sends shivers to these chilling bones, I sleep very soundly wandering in the remotest places of childhood in which I left many traces; I'm living in the past responding to the call, stupefied...Read the rest...

Sixty plus, and counting, Still running from my life: Child, athlete, writer, warrior, Master Teacher, mother, wife. Still pondering the age-old question, "Who am I?" Am I what I do? What I have? Where I work? Or, are these just...Read the rest...

("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil) Talking to the Dead (aka musings on Jacob’s Ladder) The essential message of the Tibetan Book of the Dead Is that the clear light of mind is revealed in death. Due to our...Read the rest...

A stream of optimistic visions embalmed with vivid imagery, Strength from mental energy kinetically dissolving fears, Passions observed without words inner peace without mystery, A sanctuary of hope where disbelief holds no ground here, An anchor in times of...Read the rest...