#humanhistory
III
From our mud jambs and our stone,
We peaked, then said we're not alone.
Assumed a greater good than we
Placed us here and made us free.
Co-joined with divines we wait,
To resurrect... reincarnate...
(It's just too weird to transmigrate)
The ones who really take the cake
Are those that transubstantiate.
Beliefs now sculpted religious states
(The unknown makes one hesitate).
Thank goodness in our good will,
If caught we punish
(And still sadly ****
Fear and guilt are base and column
Supporting deities we relied on.
We surely had ourselves in mind,
To create such gods we find unkind.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
And when they tell us how foul we have been
The many wars we have waged
How ****** and separatist our histories have been
when they cry in full rage
full of resentment towards our direction
We will say “baby, that is less than half
of what we have been.”
What about the silence
what no one could describe
–no mouths,
no language deep,
or high enough–
for its daily beauty was (is),
too profound
Fibers of life
made from those soundless instants
woven in clear thread
holding the seams of this existence jointly together
Present at the second a mother reaches out her arms
to meet those of her crying child: soothing, healing, comforting, warmth
–no words could raise a flag and reign
in absolute totality
over its meaning
over life
Just like adjectives cannot describe
my smile greeting yours; our sacredness,
Our brilliance is here in the absence of words
If you are to judge us; judge us by the quiet moments
(that you too can touch and that survive us all)
judge us by the mighty stillness
(the root and anchor of it all)
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC