Conscious

Now, that I'm here
Breaking my relationship with time and space
Watching my life through the milky glasses of a window
Now it all becomes so clear.

If I had the opportunity to smell
The enchanted wind of a spring flower
I would take a deep breathe
To relax.

If I had the chance to get the tingling emotion
Of warm white sea sand
Slipping through my fingers
I would hold on to the feeling.

If I could see the pure and carefree smile of a child
As the original nature of honesty
It would be so refreshing
Being able to respond.

If I could hear the greatest sound
The silence of forest in the early morning
Just interrupted and up valued by the lonely call of a bird
I would answer.

If I could have my body back
To be reloaded by a sip of crystal clear water
Water which is not polluted by chemical industry
I could taste the freshness of the unspoiled nature.

Now, that I'm here
Breaking my relationship with time and space
Watching my life through the clear glasses of a window
I get aware of the small things which are least the greatest.

I left my life
My physical form of life behind
I realize my blunted and senseless way of life
I should have lived my life much more conscious.