Awareness is all about being;
creating all that we feel;
and though its present seems fleeting;
its past seems sad and surreal.
The future never existed;
all things have happened before;
though man has persisted;
he’ll always return for more.
The memories of love and yesterday,
nearly drive us insane;
for, just as the dust on the surface today,
they’re washed away with the rain.
What is it about love we don’t understand;
and everything it involves?
We think we’ll diminish it by our command;
and all of our sadness resolves.
But love, like us, will never die;
it lives in the present tense.
It has no future in which to rely;
and the past holds no recompense.
Time is not real; its just a game,
once we become reflective.
Birth and death are both the same;
viewed from a different perspective.
Consciousness will always be;
it never had begun.
Everyone is a part of me;
and I’m part of every One.