Thoughts and memories buried deep
in our minds originating from time so long ago
and across vast distances we become lost in the
numbers and mathematics, but the light and energy
is seared and imprinted like a birthmark of unknown origin.
And we may not know or discover this deep knowledge and history
until some external stimuli, perhaps a sight, a smell, or music, burrows
into the locked portals and brings to light the shadows grounding
our origins to this place and beyond.
I watch an airplane across the evening sky,
diminishing light as the sun is leaving.
Still trees reach toward the heavens,
as blackness envelops the landscape.
Layers transform across the spectrum
scattering particles reaching these human eyes.
What is out there beyond the layers,
beyond the limitations of distance and speed?
Further I sink into the night
as the moon and stars take over.
Deep breath releases a hazy fog
and when cleared, the origin stretches out before me.
On the long dark road
surrounded by tall trees
we slowly passed zombies
standing like burnt out streetlights.
Surrounded by silence
except the tires on asphalt
they did not move or
blink while we stared.
Hours later we still
were uncertain if they were real
or forgotten nightmares
emerging as signs.
In the shadows
there is a path
there is hope
if that is what
Beyond the objects and projections we see
there lies the energy and matter,
the ancient building blocks
arranged in shapes
denoted with absorption and reflection
What we see exists only at the moment.
What we see is an extension of ourselves,
of the same fragmented and scattered material
coming together through the reality we choose.
We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase
through light and dark
through heaven and hell
through ancient texts and drawings.
The human spirit longs for place,
a concrete connection to surroundings,
a palpable definition of home.
How can we look out there when we do not how we got here?
To measure today against the backdrop
of the past and the future loses
our own meaning and purpose in
the ocean lapping the white sands.
I walked that path on the boundary
shadowed in golden light from the sun
that never set and felt streams of
silent noise and vibrations.
Scattered forever I lost myself
into the water to become one
mind floating in the sea
of dark matter and strings.
In the end we are here
to be caretakers of the
very things we are part of
the very soil we came from.
In these chaotic times
dancing on the edge of
belief and moral code,
what I see and you see
are opposite, conflicting,
cast across hardened boundaries
fought with might until death.
But, light and shadow are
caused by the same processes
derive from the same energy,
are one in the same.
Let’s pickup the fragments
and build a bridge across the gap.