What we know of ourselves,
In the very moment we exist,
Though often hidden or somehow obscured,
Can be revealed in several ways.
We cast our glance to the horizon
To pierce the inner world,
Only to discover that our world
Is here now, already within us.
We gaze upon a reflection of ourselves,
And suppose that this is how the world sees us;
What we sometimes miss is how we appear within,
And how much of our inner world we share.
Ancient remains of centuries past,
In the stillness of a quiet mind,
Embrace the memory of the ancient thoughts–
Frozen in time–whose essence lingers even now.
My own life and mind are here with you now,
In this very moment, and for all time;
As my children play and their children run,
New life springs from ancient wisdom.
© July 2011 by JJHIII
John's Consciousness 
beautiful story.
love the insights, keep us inspired.
welcome join poets rally today.
Thanks for the invite! Hope to link up with your page soon.
I love how your poem starts with a wide arrangement of ideas about the world and how it is viewed, and then spirals down into the theme and title of your poem. Very deep, and very well written.
Zeny,
Your kind words and your interesting review of my poem are most welcome. I strive always to consider “a wide arrangement of ideas about the world,” in most everything I write, but clearly, in poetry, it is essential to express ourselves in a way that invites the reader, regardless of their ideas about the world, to connect with the poet on some level, and for that connection to resonate in the pleasure of the reading.
I was able to spend some time reviewing your blog, and expect great things to come from you in the future. Let’s talk more!
With appreciation…..John H.
I’d love to talk more, and thanks so much for visiting my blog. 🙂
-Z-