"egolessly" poems
he said
it’ll be different this time
and we both knew
all hell would break loose
and when we dosed ourselves
with a couple, with company
I set myself up
for a lot more than
an experience
every thing with an overlay
of yellow and
red and
blue;
colorful,
and changing hue
he was angry
at the moth disrupting his
trip,
**why are there still
these flying little creatures;
why are they still
tormenting me
when I’m so far
from home?**
and he fought it with a pillow
to prove
just how much power he could weld
on a different living species
and in my point of view
the room quaked on its hinges
and seemed to lose them altogether
as its’ wings crumpled and it
disappeared from sight
and my heart hurt where it’d been struck
and I knew he felt it too
because he was clutching his stomach
and our perceptions were entirely too similar
I asked him
*did you feel that
rip
in the universe*
and when he mustered a weak
**yes,
I did**
we both were frightened
by what we’d gotten into
and after that I reflected,
I couldn’t help it
Because as the stream of my life
flowed egolessly
throughout what I guess I would call
my eyes
I understood
and I was
rooted
and the heavens
opened up
for me
and they stayed open
and I stayed stationed
and they stayed open
until I came down
and they closed ever so slightly
except I can see foundations crackling
and I can see the divinity
pouring through
and I can see that moth calling to me
from wherever it happened to land
and I understand
it’s all the same thing
and I’m there again
as he is whipping the air
and the moth
f
a
ll
s
and the air is shifted
as I am shifted
as the world is shifted
and we are whole
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC