The awakening

Vladimir Huber > Poems > The awakening

Philadelphia, Penna., Feb. 20, 1972

The awakening

By Vladimir Huber

Walking on the ocean,
I saw the sky.
Walking by a mountain,
I saw me little;
the mirror of my mind
made me think,
and the message came through.

My feet were getting
away from the ground,
and I was closer to my self.
I was ascending towards something,
that I never imagined.
How could I have imagined that?