Consciousness
061899 by Ken LaRive
Born of fear,
In the company of pain,
From blind and primitive longings
It transcended...
Floating free beyond the mind’s eye…
Self-evident, we grew upright,
Grasping by opposing thumbs,
For that first focus on reality…
Balanced on an electrochemical thought,
A decision was made…
In the cold, a blinding light,
Of conscious affirmation,
So soon laid bear, an immortal soul…
From the dust, a breath of hope,
As a candle in the dark…
Suddenly vistas were seen,
Through the eyes of possibilities
On a cognizant plain…
Where wings of truth unfold
In the pangs of death... the hope of destiny is revealed…
From the duality of guilt and reason,
On the pyre of blame’s despair
A tear was born…
Washed pure our ignorance’s bliss,
With the bittersweet taste of good and evil…
With the first of nature’s elements,
A comprehension of ourselves
Through a mirror of realization... it formed…
By the echoes of our laughter,
And the wonder of it all…
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