embracing mortality
for the relief it brings
because the suffering in existence
has its end. a finality, a blessing.
and there is no real end,
only transformation, endless ascension
eventual absolution if you can call it that
I am comforted to know, I will age and let go
let it all slip from me
like a so very distant memory
until the screen is blank and the
game is reset
and the start is a fresh one
unless human again, unless mortal again
unless back into form.
but that formlessness, that release into the ethers
is a gift. and it is all mystery
where consciousness goes as matter composts
changing its composition and becoming nutrition
for other creatures. that magic in the balance of the dance
the dream of the dance, the longing that dwells in
the hearts of waking ones. how will I wake up?
How will I look up when my perspective is altered
by heavy experience interwoven into my very limited human awareness
Maybe I will look up for the clouds, the birds, the tree branches pushing at the sky
maybe I will let that be enough to liberate my perspective.
calling back in all the beauty that eluded me when I was distracted.
becoming present for new moments. new beauty. new forms to enlist,
new ways to insist
in the meaning behind the incarnations, and that there can be peace
in these formations.
grains of sand fill the cup
pushing their way down, filling all the way up
no longer surprised when I give a healing
in my dream
reality meets the dreamscape it would seem
gentle power of reiki light
transcending dimensions
moving from waking reality
to dreaming vibrations
to dreaming frequencies
to all the spaces in between
until the sacred light has been felt
and has been seen
