Observative Conscience

Drinking a glass of nectar, honoring IT

My conscience observes me, emerging my clarity. It brings the un-blindness I need for the question “who am I?”. It is a flashlight that moves my “hand”, helping me to put a piece of the I-mosaic from time to time. Its speaking takes place both in silence and the noise; but it’s heard only when my attention shifts from the phenomena to Its voice. Its objective descriptions run all day long, but I detect them when I pause my personality’s fog. I am the basic topic of my research, ‘cause otherwise, I don’t realize anything about the world’s true “self”. So, tonight I drink a glass of the nectar the 12 of Olympus sometimes offer me, to honor that everlasting invisible Noesis that lies within me. May Its wisdom absorb my personality’s misfits, and help me uncover that power that’s used for loving everything there is.

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives