Awareness is like a flower
Always fresh and present and vibrant
In the morning mist of mind
It awakens to us every moment
Bending its fragrance and petals
To what we think is blurred for a time
Its fragility is an illusory one
For it is the only sharp thing we have
The indestructible ground of living
And in front of such shining beauty
What was once a so familiar scenery
Dissolves and fades like dust in the wind
Text and photo by Alain Joly
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)
4 thoughts on “The Flower of Awareness”
Yes, lovely! And I’d like to say, that I very much enjoy your blog, with lovely deep poetry and now also your own!
Thank you so much Katarina! So great that you enjoy… 🙏💕
This is lovely.
Thank you Sadah!