The burden lies
in human life.
The consciousness
of mind.
The empathy.
The nerves.
Riding the powerful
gravitational pull
of the physical earth
is enough to erode
the soul down to the
cold, hardness of stone.
Carrying the dead weight
of this truly strange
flesh and bone
upon the erratic motes
that take their dance
within a sunbeam.
Remembering
the way that light
and water streams
like the enraptured
gait that is pure
energy’s pleasure,
while we are
momentarily tethered
to the tangible’s
desperate seeking
of freedom.
However, this moment
needs no intervening.
We are not
helplessly careening.
This experience
is just a pit stop.
An interesting
viewpoint
from the orbit
of a pale blue dot.
We are not
terrestrially arrested.
Take a deep breath in.
Now is the time
for a good stretching.
Shake out those legs
and open your arms.
Enjoy the miracle
of taking up form,
before we are forced
to get back into the car
and stay the road
of this great unknowing.
The whole point of it all
is that we are going.
What is the truth
that life is so intent
on us holding
that it set about
molding
the capable shapes
of our temporal hands?
By Jamadhi Verse, ©2024
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“Time isn’t holding us…
Time isn’t after us…
Time isn’t holding us…
Time is a pony ride!”
