Awareness
by John Astin
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 on e-
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.
