Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Why a Baby Cries (at birth)


A circle is just that.
Perfect as it is endless and without beginning.
Where it came from or how it is spawn is a question
Comparable to the chicken or the egg.

Wisdom is the penance paid by the soul
On the moment of departure from the Earthly realm
And the Earthly body.
The journey
The purpose
The lack thereof
Are all within a spectrum of pure perception.

The soul
The heart
The being the essence
It laughs
It learns
It cries
Oh, how it cries
“How could I have been
“How could they have been
“So foolish
“So callous
“So angry
“So great
“So passionate
“So personal

            The entire experience felt
            From beginning to end
            All at once
            All the time
Until transcendence.
            The flesh returns to the Earth and
            The soul to the atmosphere
To be
            A flower
            A wind
            A cosmic ray
A memory
A nanosecond in the flow that is all things.

            The torture of living consciousness
            The futility of it all resigned
Not to the human
            But the being:
                        Of air
                        Earth
                        Heat
                        Change
            The memory of being
Nothing more

            One day the universe
            The one and all delegates
You
Me
One
            Wake up
            Come back
            You have returned
The circle has begun or ended
            In any case
Humanity is upon the being
            The memories:
                        Time
                        Love
                        Loss
                        Futility
            The being is ever aware
                        Humanity is imminent
            I will laugh
                        How I will laugh
            I will cry
                        Oh, how I cried
            I will:
                      Win
                      Lose
                      Struggle
            A tear
The being is whelmed with it
            Feeling
            Emotion
            Awareness
            Caution and
            Consciousness
Oh heaven, good heaven
            A tear from a soul
However old or new
            A tear from the universe
Sending itself to be
            To be

Here it comes
            A tear
            A life
It cries
            Oh, how it cries
It lives.
            Oh, how it
                   
                   IS


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