Triggers Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

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