Full Circle In Awareness Poem by Ayni Poet

Snapshots of memories flood the mind's crevasses,
Good times and bitter ones dance again,
But their moves are shallow and stiff,
For their freshness got washed away.

Feelings swing in a whirlpool of white and black,
Dwelling in a field of duality,
But something points underneath their content,
To the background of breath.

The life of forms seems complicated,
Like a maze that never wants to be solved,
Yet Spirit witnesses all with grace,
Remaining untouched by contours and sounds.

No one is left here alone,
Oneness embraces all that wish to transcend
With soft arms, tender strokes and
A silent sight.