Your world radiates out from
A centre within you and extends
As far as your senses will take you
Until, at some point, your world
Fades away into the horizon

Guided by your sightless eyes
And sounding ear and tongue
You let your feet be swayed
By contents of consciousness
And much-experienced habit

For pure consciousness is always
Refined by factors within and no
Matter how subtle the tinge, the
New experience is transformed
Within the established lineage and
Itself becomes one of its contents
Another nexus of consciousness
That gathers around it the opinions,
Feelings, and distorted perceptions
That support and complement your
Fabricated personal identity

Attention alone is the instigator
The enabler of all that might be
And to not attend to the unfolding
Procession of events around you
Is to live in a life of
Lostness and chance
Spinning out of control