Poem on self awareness
Recounting Our Steps
Wondering how we ever made it
Sitting, watching the birds and passerby’s, fleeting time effortlessly moment by moment as if time stood still. Briefly it delivers a thousand lifetimes thus before, forever moving and shaking of one’s head present still.
Nay, the winds called failed to answer falls from sacred seat to earthly floors naked feet. By name or spirit sensing, letting go of chattering minds wicked pointed finger.
Chimes playing sacred tunes of self-inflicting memories healing song carried through — the distant and faded, lifetimes ago, at the forefront of thought, joyous spin on imperfections’ hold of once before.
Rejoicing cackles of grackles, cowbirds, and starlings alike, fusing presence of tear-jerking, heart-wrenching, opened wounds of past and present — future tunes transmuting all there is.
If not for the brick walls and howling calls, present stage set for encoring chapters unfolding mysteries whispered in the nights and cosmic spin on life — what then do we make of it?
~ Ani Po
Pondering thought and wondering how we even arrived in this point in time, observing the outer realms and inner alike. Witnessing the beauty around echoing the self honoring grace new found joy in knowing.
Thank you J.D. Harms for leaving the door open for our streams of consciousness. Choosing self awareness as I sat and pondered how the hell I even got here.
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