Awareness

By John Astin
 
Awareness
her gaze is so constant
our every move watched
with such affection,
a ceaseless vigil
without condition or agenda,
silent,
patient,
unrelenting in her
embrace.
 
There is endless room in
the heart of this lover,
infinite space for whatever
foolishness we may
toss her way.
 
But she is also
crafty, this one –
a thief who will steal away
everything we ever cherished,
all our beliefs,
all our ideas,
 
all our philosophies,
until nothing is left
but her shimmering
wakefulness,
 
this simple love
for what is.