Rain drenched

                         Aware                              by                  Travis of Bickley

We are aware, in our lives, of many things. And of some things?  Not! And we know this, yet we do not know. We feel the presence, we smell the odor of sanctity. We touch the movement of the wind, and wonder if it is not the WIND. The rain, with our tears. runs down our naked souls, til the sun dries us in its shine, and wonder if it is not the SON. The taste of lips, sweetened by desire, carries us across that threshhold of this world into an ecstacy of awareness that sings to us a song from another PLACE. And finally, at that final breath, of all that we dreamt of, of all that we knew was there, there all along, and us all alone, we are... AWARE!