Dull and sleeping until the next event
is the general state of humanity, how forgetful
we all can be, the heaviness of conditioning,
the arc of forgetfulness leading us to believe
this to be all, the summation of eons of time,
muted down into a sliver of thin bright souls;
We are galactic citizens, we are light, light!
Agreeing and perhaps lobbying to come
to the beautiful planet with dense energies
and yet, such beauty! The laws we, as fathomless
ones, have known in no other way before, agreeing,
as personified infinity might, to new experience;
Yet now, getting to imagine limits, restrictions, rules,
and all becomes possible because we have chosen
to negate our cosmic home at our birth, donning these
fleshy space suits, means by which we navigate
this particular realm;
Still, we arrive with such amnesia into the tiny beings
our limitless souls must first inhabit, affronted at every
turn, bright false light, too much noise, overstimulation
to these newfound senses, hardly time to adjust,
and the people into whose loving care we land seem
to have little idea of us as likewise unlimited, and so
we scream at the injustice of our helplessness, perhaps
now wanting out, but there is no way, save our physical
demise, and we have only begun to explore this life, oh!
And we holler again and again, testing the limits
of these newfound vocal cords meant for speech,
strange communication devices, so vastly different
from the telepathy we are used to;
And twenty year units on earth seems ponderous,
time leaden as a fishing weight sinking, sinking –
schools and churches and cars and asphalt
and strange metal tubes flying through the heavens –
We try and rise, gulping for purer air, closer
to the pristine light we once knew, discovering flashes
of joy and bliss amidst the wonders we are wired
to appreciate, some more than others; a handful
bonded to nature, some enthralled with leaves
of books instead, still more who enjoy the hypnosis
of a different sort of glow, emanating now from a tiny
device held in a shaking hand, we need soothing,
a bigger amplitude of forgetfulness of these restrictive
forms as we grasp, or push physical limitations, drink
or smoke or spin around in a grove of circling sister trees
reaching for the heavens that hold memories
of a different sort; while a tap, tap, tapping on skulls
made of dense bone, impenetrable as the experiences
we find hard to digest, impossible to divest from, and if
we somehow could pay attention to the prompting,
tune in through whatever means, to the still silvery river
flowing, always flowing through our core, we sense:
are we observing from the banks, or trying to paddle
upstream, forcing the flow to stop for a moment
like a child’s foot dragging the ground to slow a
merry-go-round, or do we relax into movement
of the current, enjoying the ride, feeling its caress
like a babe being rocked to sleep, while we begin
to remember the river’s purpose, easing us along
the journey, moving us more directly than our
stubborn will ever could;
Then the floating maze of puzzle pieces begins
to rearrange itself, and we glimpse a wholeness
that has felt light years away, while the fallacy of space
and time dissolves and we dive into the simple sensation
of being One with the river, One with all Life, knowing
to our core the myth of separation, the different suits,
the animals, trees, rocks, colors, all meant for joy
and delight, not the means by which to divide and judge;
Return, return to the heart, golden key to the cosmos,
let it all go, hold nothing bitter or coarse, forgive all
in yourself first, the forgetting was not your design alone,
then release the confusions of others to allow unity to seep
and spread as more and more souls unite in the bliss
our existence was meant to be.