Consciousness

Consciousness is a profound weight to bear

Once our eyes and heart are opened

We cannot go back to sleep

We have witnessed suffering

Far beyond our capacity to tell

Unspeakable terrors or horrors

That lay hidden under flesh

Buried deep

In the core of bone marrow

A feeling heart has eyes and ears

It has antenna too

That are always quivering

It senses and knows beauty peace and truth

And the exquisite pain

That comes from the rupturing or absence of these things

And that such absences and the bearing of them

Are the place of our becoming

Akin to birthing

Propelled as we are from mother’s womb

Buried in this tomb of life

Or laid down in an open field of wonder

All depending

On the circumstance

 

Consciousness is a journey

Of multiple contractions and expansions

And the price of transforming our view

Lays in being broken to pieces

Or dissolved in a ocean of suffering

As illusions melt

Or burn everything to ash

 

Consciousness

It comes at a high price

And is a heavy weight to bear

But once it has come

We cannot run

For our becoming

Conscious

Is a process that leads on to a place

That feels like death

And requires the greatest acts of courage

A willing surrender of our limited will

Along with the trust

That what pierces and opens us

Comes with an intention

Not of destruction

But transformation