But I am Aware

But I am aware:

but I am aware, and this recognition seems to be the elusive prize so often sought for, a seekers quest for this particular philosophers stone. The irony, of course, is that this is never not so, from first breath there was clear awareness of life without story or things yet labeled, there was simply existence and newness of each experience. I knew nothing of life — but I was aware of something, perhaps only that I now…