Jack Singer · Dec 15, 2011
Touching It

There are secrets
whispered all around us,
the earth speaks
through her gentle fingers;
the grass
waves in the wind.

We are made
of the same stuff
as mud!
Yet something else
is happening here…

Show me the key
to our consciousness!

Humanity can observe
and pick at the cell,
we can stare at the atom,
the vibrating center
of the universe,
we are getting closer
it would seem,
but we aren’t
going to reach
It.

What if
I told you
It’s all around you,
Just breathing gently.

Relax,
inhale It,
let your consciousness expand
and contract,
all at once.

Set your soul free,
let it wander
gently through the darkness,
towards the light,
yes,
Closer.

See It now?
Glowing in front of your being?

Go ahead and touch
It,
Rub noses with
It,
Put your hands inside of
It.

Yes.

You are
It.

 
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