Proctoring a Test.
How opportune. To be alive at this waking hour.
To be embraced by the waking light.
Sun. Warmth. Fire. Heart. Soul.
I am the Appalachian Mountains, I am the unified soul.
Water that flows through the Mississippi,
Lightning that strikes in New Mexico, I am the flow.
Centuries of being asleep,
Centuries of mind control.
I am the broken, free - like bats flying in the night; I soar.
Knowing the unknown direction - just to find myself back home, I risk it all.
Alone in the darkness, in the fire,
The light, the only thing concealing and guiding this wounded soul;
It took years of healing this body,
Nearly centuries of healing this soul.
No shaman, no pope, no religion, could heal
A battered soul like ours.
It takes guts, loneliness, and compassion to heal what’s
Been done in our past.
So many lifetimes of being displaced -
Touching the ground of Jerusalem,
Touching the face of Joan of Arc. Sometimes,
I wish I was fighting for something I’m not.
To love and to give could be frightening, but to not
Could be death while being buried alive. So I make peace
With the people around me, I let go and I am free to love.
One day I awoke and remembered uttering the words,
This is enough.
Everything was different: the skies, the trees, and the grass.
Time was non-existent.
I floated on the seance of time.
A spirit - a world we created, dancing through eons of light.
A world through thought manifested, I wonder
What dreams I’ll have when I die.
To know that I’m part of the child,
To know I am part of the Truth,
Makes living and loving much easier,
When knowing your body is not completely yours.
I’ve come to find myself awake when everybody around sleeps.
Walking through aisle five of the supermarket, a woman looks at me.
The look on her face expresses concern,
A vile stare, a fearful face.
But I smile back at her and assert
I am fine, I’m awake, this is how
I’d rather have it.
I look at her, smile, and look her dead in the eyes.
At that moment, I’m the answer to her deepest questions.
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