The Yearning
And dark lies sheltered by the wind
And light shines the edges of their wings
Each in flight, playing its part
Can we believe our eyes?
Are they a million locusts come to consume the desert?
Are they a thousand birds playing with the shape of their flock?
Are they alien ships from other planets, come to study us like animals?
Are they the angels
Who would save us from ourselves?
Sooth our souls
Awaken our sleeping spirits
Inject us with love for one another
Floating across the sky
We are one
If we dig deep
If one returns to caves where we were held captive
One truly wonders how we could not have known how to fly
When our spirits yearned to soar
Only to feed once again
On one plant, one animal or another
One is an exploding emptiness of love
Spread so thinly
It became invisible
But didn’t completely vanish
Because we all need some of that
Tasty whipped cream
The more we consume
The more we wonder
What our part is
In endless suffering
What keeps the whole production
From just falling apart?
What holds us all together?
One is the time when we ask God
What our place is in this
Severely fucked up reality
One is when God
Answers in God’s own good time
One is the overbearing point
We never imagined
Where being on this planet with each other is
Just so impossibly miraculous
Where honesty
Light as a feather is
Released from a leaning Tower of Pisa
Only to be caught and trapped in dark history
One is the ocean tides
Tearing at the bond
Between the shifting sands of earth
And the polar cyclones on Jupiter
One is where people look at shadows and hear
Plato’s music of the planetary spheres
The beginning and end of all
One is each star in the universe
And each mind of every being is
Learning where it truly belongs
One quests for
The Only Uniqueness One Can Be
The zero and infinity
The trickery
Of a Möbius strip
Being outside time
At once open-ended
Uncertain what it would become
Now a closed loop
Meaningful to the hilt
Being inside time
If one touches, traces around Möbius
Body joins with paper and air
Each playing their necessary parts
One becomes infinite, ever-inclusive
One is the all-knowing part
Residing in all times and places
A memory of being born
A dream of giving birth
A gift of everlasting life
Where neither life nor death win-out
Where they fully nullify and unify
As the clutch-drive threatens to stall
Like hatchling tortoises dragging themselves
Into spirited morning-tides
From the dark caves
Where their souls came into being
One is a head held high
Where we gather all the energy
We can muster, roll it into a ball
And toss another universal thought
Across the campfire to fuel
Conversation about the life
We now consume
Calling us toward death
Saying nothing
We leave it there
One is the way to stand upright
Feeling heart beating loud
Where ears fill
With a deafening scream
Fingertips lengthening
Too far past their handy place
Endlessly repeating the terror, one voice shreaks,
“No, I cannot bear to be torn to pieces again!”
Surrendering to love, a shattered mirror speaks,
“Yes, it is the only way to be One with all my parts!”
One floating
Chemical connection
With the being that is
All and nothing
In that last moment when we thought
We would never return
One final glimmer peeks
Through the void
Offers to light the way home
One last time
