Awareness IS love!
How novel, how amazing…
Look, the microwave beeps and tells you
the tea is ready!
What love, to witness the microwave song,
the enchanting gift of a machine beeping
How can you not reach out and hug that
You want to kneel in awe.
Who knew love existed so fully in a glance,
the simplicity of seeing?
Your stomach aches.
Why in the world did you ever turn away from the aching,
not wanting it?
Awareness is love.
It turns toward the stomach ache and embraces it
just like the microwave.
Your mind judges microwaves and stomach aches and
awareness allows that, too, think of it.
It won’t push anything away, will it, not even cruelty, not even
Wherever awareness lands it shines so big,
so encompassing, so allowing!
It’s been here since baby’s breath,
here all along, at the base of us,
the reaching for tea,
the grace of a teacup giving itself to boiling water,
the steeping of a life in this
We’re God’s sip of tea.
Drink me, whispers the tea leaves
and our heart reaches for the cup,
filled with the entire world, acrid and sweet,
your approval or disapproval.
If you want morality don’t pause here.
Will you take lemon or sugar with your tea or
do you want it simply as it is?
There is no wrong answer in awareness.
It’s what it is.