We Are

 

We are always more than we know, more that they teach us..

We have always been.

How can we be taught by those who never see, or acknowledge?

The potential, inherent in each and every one of us.

 

Forget theory, organized religion, cultural biases.

 

WE ARE.

 

Do you get it?

 

How is it that we are here? That we see, feel, hear..?

This was not chance, Chance?? Are we that thick?

 

Your mother and father made you.

Sure; Are you sure?

That is a thought, a memory.

 

That exists in a time, a time that no longer exists…

Prove it!

 

We were never here, as we thought Here was.

How could we be?

 

As a frame in time, we can neither prove or validate that that period ever existed.

 

When we reference the past it is always done in the present.

It is a thought , a memory of the past occurring in the present.

 

Yet…WE ARE

We

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Stunning as a late-blooming Dahlia

You gleamed, iridescent glory

Soft mist upon upturned petals

 

Beckoning, impossible to ignore

I could not, I did not

Together as one, we stayed

 

Untouchable in our world

Dark storms brooding, we rode

Unbridled, beyond time and pain

 

As all things, seasons will change

The early chill became the cold of dawn

At first, the slow wilt left unnoticed

 

The nights freeze pulling ever downward

As one becomes two once more

For now, we sleep, to dream of spring

 

 

Amidst

 
In the midst, I am loved

Welling within and without

Amongst all, held gently

 

All creation loves and is loved

Unknowingly, unaware

By existence, an expression of that love

 

Yet I know, we know

 

I offend and am guided gently

To learn of better ways

Never too far, always here

 

Words fail, poor shadows of truth

Falling to silence beyond thought, ideas

It is clear and never to be spoken