Consciousness shape

They said billions of years,
Since its beginning,
Matter has traveled,
To its morning.

Sleeping light is awakening,
Through flesh and blood,
Is making its way,
To its rising.

The heaviness of stone sleep,
Through inner Sun's grace,
Is gradually removed from eyes,
To their clarity.

They called it the matter,
But little do they know,
That matter is pure,
Unaware awareness.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like your voice so much.
"Unaware awareness"
what a clash with which to end this piece.
the metaphors are strong....we are sleeping, we need to wake and see what we are doing to ourselves.
that we all matter....that is the purest thought possible.
j.

[Florin Dragoș Minculescu]

Thank you! 🙏

[Lisasview]

Wow, does your poem ever speak to me early this morning..
I have read it and reread it several times..The metaphors are brilliant. Unaware awareness...
The heaviness of stone sleep.. oh, how I love those lines.. makes me think..and that is always so good..
Lisa

[Florin Dragoș Minculescu]

:) Thank you!

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome