Awake

Disclaimer: I am not great writer of poetry or beautiful prose. So don't mind my feeble attempts at either one :)

Awake

Some mornings I wake up
fully awake
aware, and in the moment
alive, I feel, I breathe, I notice
feel the moment
experience the movement of time

Some mornings I wake sleeping
following, moving
mindlessly autopilot through life
today the same as yesterday

Thank God for when I'm awake
Thank God for when I'm aware
then I am ALIVE
then I hurt,
I feel,
I fear,
I care,
I know.

It is more painful, more frightening
when one is awake,
when one is aware,
one can't pretend all is well
When your eyes are open you have to see

I pray that everyday I can awake

The pain of awareness is far outweighed by the beauty of each moment
without awareness one can not feel the moment
taste the breeze on your skin
feel the sounds of a birds song
hear the sweetness of a bite of an apple
understand and know the energies of life that surround us
that pulse of life, the same universal pulse that runs through all living,
that connects all life.

I pray that everyday I can awake

~Michelle Travis June 19th 2008