Remember there was a time before the great Awakening when humans were little more than
Nothing.
Remember the way we fought out of animal instinct still bred deep within our DNA so that we might ascend, higher powers scoffing at the world that would give us
Everything.
Remember how we hungered and in a blink of an eye fed on all until we were gorged, destructive path carved by humanity until all that was left was
nothing.
Remember what has been forgotten in this terrible awakening for unearned arrogance and greed will ready consume
everything.
The walls have been shrinking all around me coming closer til I am trapped in box where there is no light and only sound
It is a New York apartment Or LA or Chicago maybe even San Francisco some city where the rats have more space than people
As I sit ever so still listening to the sounds as they slowly trickle in I am struck by a rush of adrenaline elicited by an excited scream
So I tune in my only entertainment in this box I call home to the other boxes pushed flush up against me as the stories of their lives
lives I will never know
fill up my mind with wonder the thrill of knowing the deep secrets hidden
No they would never reveal their truths if they knew a collector was waiting to feast upon it.
I am staring out of a window.
It is a train station, mid-morning or maybe early afternoon, I have been sitting so long it’s not quite up to me to say Anymore.
Once upon a time Time flowed easily for me forward and back Whichever direction I so desired Goddess of my own creation.
Then Time slowed And I found myself here - a watcher have I become. Yearning to seek that internal chord that pulls us all into unity
And I could not find it.
Rather I found people Abundantly populated passing before my very still eyes and disappearing just as suddenly with no trace left behind.
How many lives have we passed not seeing them not seeing us? How many lives will we pass where this ache to know another’s intimate truths continues to go unanswered?
I am staring at a window, but the only person staring back
is me.
