Triggers

It is the nature of consciousness To be triggered into action Whether it's the falling drops of rain water Awakening the slumbering seed Or the cover of darkness Ushering in sleep Consciousness is on the lookout for triggers Those moments when the right piece of puzzle falls in place And the jigsaw is completed Consciousness is made up of pockets of intense awareness Separated by moments of emptiness Waves of information are completely blocked By this valley of emptiness Now it is those triggers That merges the drops of consciousness Unveiling an ocean of consciousness Be on the lookout For those flirting moments Maybe you will be lucky And your moment of awakening will be revealed