Awareness: What are you doing?





Unawareness: Many things.





Awareness: You are not doing what you are suppose to do.





Unawareness: What am i "suppose" to do?





Awareness: Nothing at all...





Unawareness: Then what could be my purpose in life?





Awareness: To simply Be.





Unawareness: Be? be what?





Awareness: What you are.





Unawareness: A human? I'm suppose to be a human? Am i not a human already?





Awareness: Ah. I see now. You are still Unaware.

Dearest Destined Jewel,
                                         Of longest heartfelt yearning, Bestow on thee, Hamlet awaits, Ophelia picking flowers, Magnolia branches speaking, Beautifications of Spring.

Supreme buds of new life,  Magnoliaceae of Queen bees, An enterprise of wonder, Symbolic child's enchanted play, Faeries in flight whisper attractions, Fondness, Les fleurs du mal.

Ample blossoms, Bosoms of delight, Devouring light, Little birds sing, Nestling, Chirping a languishing cacophony, Blissful unawareness, Nature nurture the soul.

A slip then fall, Nearby church bells distract, Into abyss fallen, Elevated body all at once, Floating amidst flora, Drowning, Petticoat woven dress, Resting on fresh valley water, Immersion, No contention, Hamlet awaits.

© Sia Jane

Humanity developed a dis-ease in the mind. The dis-ease consists of lies that were created by humans and that were subtlety and slowly imposed on other humans. Rulers and religions started to mix truth with lies. These distortions of truth molded into belief systems.  

The belief systems grew strong. People were forced to join side with these beliefs. There was deadly punishments for those who went against the churches, against the governments. This went on for a long time. Governments and religions brought fear into the world, into the human mind. The human mind lost its purity, it became un-pure, polluted.

At some point in time, the whole of humanity was lost and confused. The truth was so twisted that people forgot what was really true and what was really not true. People grew up believing in so many things. So many religions came about, each declaring a certain truth. A child no longer grew up believing in himself. The world demanded that he/she believed and followed a given path. Everyone became a follower. The human race was in an unconscious state of being. Unconscious because they lost awareness of reality. People would follow, fight, and protect their believes not really knowing why. People sacrificed their freedom for security.

Traditions then came into existence. People became like robots. People became accustomed. People would come into the world and the world already expected a certain lifestyle to be followed. Years of conditioning separated humanity from the whole of existence, the universe. Humanity was fighting for power and control. They went against themselves in the name of their beliefs, in the name of their "gods", and in the name of their "truths".

Life suddenly lost meaning. People were coming into a world of suffering. People were now not only slaves to authority, people were now slaves to their conditioning, to their beliefs. Happiness and joy had to be struggled for. Love and peace had to be earned, had to be worshipped. There was the fear of sin. There was the fear of not being accepted by God. Humans created God in their own image. Their whole life-time was being judged and the judgment was coming from no God, the judgment was coming from their own minds, their own judgments, their own believes.

After many years of conditioning on the human being and on the human mind, conditioning did not need to be reinforced by anybody anymore. The conditioning was already placed and memorized in the mind of the individual. The individual knew what was "right" and "wrong" , knew what "should be" and what "shouldn't be", so the punishments and the rewards were given by the individual himself.  

This was the state of darkness and unawareness that humanity got itself so deeply in. And this is the state of unawareness that humanity is getting out of. Humanity needed to go threw this state of unconsciousness so that it could then become conscious of it and never repeat it again.

The whole dis-ease was in the mind. That whole "reality" was in the mind. It was a virtual reality, an illusion. That reality was kept alive threw compulsive thinking, non-stop thinking. Mind did not rest, and mind was full of lies. Mind gave a label to everything and divided everything. Mind created a symbol, a word for everything it could get its hands on. But mind cannot get its hands on reality, on life, on truth. Because everything is equal in its essence. A dog can be called a horse and it would not change a thing about it. Words  are just an  agreement of symbols put together in order to differentiate things. What you call the flower makes no difference to the flower, the flower will continue to be what it is.

Humanity once again is attaining to the state of consciousness. Humanity is seeing more clearly, there is less dust in its vision. There are fewer beliefs in the mind, so humanity is seeing things as they truly are, threw the labels. It is becoming less superficial, going deeper into the being.

Humanity is destined to awaken once again. If we do not awake in this lifetime, we will awake in the next. It will be a waste of life, but if you are not aware of life as it truly is, you will not be aware of what death truly is either

The perfectionist loves to hear his voice,
He is the respected critic inside,
He is the learned one,
The educated and the educator.
A beautiful constructor,
The finishing touch
To the artist's hand.
The voice is always a partner,
He will always be there to help
The artist, comfort is taken in his ability.

The artist needn't forget,
There are many voices on the side,
Awaiting for their time to speak,
Each one has its time,
All varying in their patience and duration.
The artist sees what he hasn't before:
The voice of support; the voice of love; the voice of decision; and the voice of passion.
There is always time to contemplate his flaws
And he wants to reassure himself:
Perfection is not a demand, but a quest,
One of beauty and one of joy.
Perfection is the beauty in imperfection.
The pursuit of achievement is one to relish, it is not to be rushed or
Ceased, it is a running walk, a walking run, a sitting stand, a moving still.
It is every step he has made.
The artist looks behind and sees
His effort, he is proud to have experienced
His triumphs and his trauma
The voice of comfort will be there all the way,
She is a gentle quieter spirit that deserves as much an ear.
When all voices have calmed and subsided,
Her tenderness remains.

I remind the artist of his friends,
I remind him that the critical voice is the voice of nature,
The physical laws unchanged.
He is the driving force to stasis and movement in the age worry and indecision.

"Do not be overwhelmed" I say to the artist,
You are one of many.
You are with friends.
The voice of change encourages the artist to evolve and to smile,
The voice of happiness allows peaceful living and awareness.
The tiger belongs to nature,
not to be feared, but to be respected
and understood.

Do not despair, do not relinquish hope,
Hope is the shining beacon in a world of anguish.
Hope is the angel shining her torch ever so bright.
Hope is the window that allows pain and suffering to see the light of day ,
Hope allows oneness.

The artist moves his brush: an effortless stroke,
A flicker of joy,
A tear in his eye.
He once was old,
Now is young.
He learns to enjoy
The work he has done,
He can now enjoy the work he does,
He is enjoying the work he is doing.
He enjoys his life.

The state of mind, it is a fickle hatchling.
Able to be pursued and persuaded,
also able to be liberated.
The artist is free,
His thoughts can pass,
His fear will subside,
His body can move,
His heart will follow
And the mind will allow.
Spirit be set free,
Bird do fly,
Artist do paint,
You,
You are.

Peace within oneself is peace with others.

The artist is brave, he is a soul that stands tall in the face of adversity,
He is a sleepless enigma in his room at night,
He is the passionate one,
The artist and his love affair with the critic outshines his charisma,
The love for the sophisticated darkness,
His love for the melodrama,
His quest for knowledge,
Perhaps the only knowledge is
Ignorance.
Blissful unawareness.

I remember so much that I wish I could forget.  

This is a poem about Psalm 23 choked out through tears.  
This is a poem about astro vans and
                                      tractor lawn mowers and
                                      driveway car washes and
                                      small garden spaces and
                                      digger wasps and
                                      three wolves and a moon.  

This is about the Backstreet Boys and
                              Def Leppard and
                              Kenny Chesney.  
“Dreams” by The Cranberries.

About waterparks and
            swim lessons and
            the smell of chlorine.  
Fresh cut grass.  Bonfire smoke permeating through the house.  

Grey diamond tiles on white linoleum.  
                                                                Hands clenched down on washcloths.

Muddled.  It’s all so muddled.  Stuck beneath
                                                           brain­ matter and cerebrospinal fluid and
                                                              down, down, down beneath the lake.  
How can I dig it out while also digging it down deeper?  
I want to forget it all.  No memory, no pain, no ******* problem.  

Goldfish life: a pipedream.