Observations touching on awareness…
Original DDE™ art: “As Eye See It” by: rob kistner © 1/8/26
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look for what is hidden
listen for what is silent
embrace the revelation
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Awareness arrives before language, a hush that listens.
Breath becomes our first teacher, entering, leaving, never certain.
Consciousness curves around moments, seeing at first dimly.
Doubt flickers, but even doubt is noticed—and considered.
Each sensation announces itself, then bows away.
Form appears solid until probing attention pierces it.
Gaze inward, and the watcher quietly dissolves.
Hesitance needs name things, but awareness feels them first.
I am not the thought, I am the space it crosses to arrive.
Judgment loosens when seeing replaces deciding.
Knowing hums beneath belief, steady and wordless.
Light does not argue with shadow, it reveals.
Memory drifts through like weather, noticed, then not.
Now is not small—it holds everything.
Observer and observed blur at the edges.
Presence asks nothing, yet offers all.
Quiet widens until even silence is heard.
Reaction slows, becoming response, becoming choice.
Self is seen as expandable, not as static.
Time is forgotten when attention deepens.
Understanding blooms without explanation.
Vision clears when control fades.
What remains is simple, awake, sufficient.
X marks no end—only a crossing point.
Yielding reveals a deeper strength.
Zero distance remains between awareness and being.
Original DDE™ art: “I To Eye” by: rob kistner © 1/8/26
rob kistner © 1/8/26
Rob, each of these lines is a poem within itself!!! Outstanding work AND that includes the original art.
Thank you Helen. I just went open minded about awareness… 🙂
Love the title and photo my friend. A nice flow of conscious awareness. So many great lines. A few of my favorite.
Now is not small—it holds everything
Quiet widens until even silence is heard
Vision clears when ownership fades
I think sometimes we just need to sit quietly in awareness and see what awakens before our eyes.
Thank you True… 🙂 Yes my friend. There are revelations when the chaos and cacophony is allowed to subside. 🙂
There’s a calm wisdom in these pithy observations, Rob. I especially like: “Light does not argue with shadow: it reveals.”
Thank you Lynn… 🙂
I enjoyed your abecedarian, Rob, and that it consists of individual sentences, each a precious poetic egg, and all linked in meaning. I especially love the opening line, the ‘hush that listens’ and ‘Memory drifts through like weather’.
Thank you Kim. I found this to be most stimulating — and a meaningful write… 🙂
entering the slipstream of consciousness here with so many lines to admire in your abecedarius, Rob esepcially
“Doubt flickers, but even doubt is noticed—and considered.”
Thank you Laura, you are most kind. I genuinely appreciate that this piece gained traction with you. It was difficult to ignite, but once it gained spark, it roared to flame. I loved tphe writing of this… 🙂
Rob, I like the peace your poem evokes in me. The statements merge together in a meditative practice. Would like to have this recorded and listen to it while falling asleep. I wonder where my dreams would take me?
Thank you Lisa. I actually conceived the piece as a stream of conscience meditation, letting myself drift ever deeper conceptually over my cumulative perceptions of the essence and aspects of awareness. I let them form as random reactions, capturing them as a non-linear spoken word collection. I then went back lightly editing and organizing to preserve complete thoughts, allowing only minimum analysis — so that its root would be planted in unveiled awareness, and not overly considered construction. Ultimately this piece emerged. The experience was both positive and uplifting for me — even a little surprising.
Nice write Rob ?
In relation to awareness, do you think that we can know too much? Can ignorance sometimes be bliss? I’ve been thinking about this a lot more recently.
Thank you shaun. That is a pivotal question in all of life. Do we really want to know how the hot dog is made? Is there a universal answer? My thought —- there is not. Unless, of course, you are the butcher.
Wow! This is outstanding work, Rob!
Thank you sara,!
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