The Alert

Alertness makes life available

Joy or suffering, it becomes palatable

Revealing a dimension hitherto unknown

What remains is important, not what’s flown

There aren’t any thorns to trouble the alert

That awareness is the salve for the deepest hurt

Time doesn’t come and go, leaving behind pain

The alert don’t measure life as loss or gain

The alert find the secret to this variety

They are not limited by human propriety

There is freedom beyond rules and mores

The alert travel to those distant shores

They don’t need a bed or a home

To rest, the alert glide into the unknown

It is neither a loss of fear nor a sacrifice

Through gratitude, alertness will arise