Oct 11, 2019 Uncategorized
See These Things?
© October 11th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
See these things? These are walls. They are transparent.
See those things? Those are shadows of the outside world on those walls.
See this? These are your hands pressed up against the walls holding you in. Press harder. Do it.
You shift your molecules and atoms to match the configuration of the molecules and atoms of the walls, and you slip through.
Then, you rearrange yourself again into what you recognize.
You’re out! Who knew that would happen?
Wait!
What are these? These are walls. They are transparent.
What are those things? Shadows, again!
And this? Your hands pressed up against the walls, looking for a space within the atoms holding that plane, so you can slip through.
And through you go.
And onward.
You want to stop?
Close your eyes. Open them again. See?
No walls.
You look inside.
What is that?
What is that?
Your flesh?
What’s that pressed up against the inside of your skin?
Is that you? The *you* you?
Press harder?
Back off?
You stand still within, frozen.
Your body keeps moving,
You stand still within, frozen.
Your body keeps moving,
Pushing through the omentum of space.
Momentum.
Momentum.
What do you do next?
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Oct 11, 2019 Uncategorized
When snow falls gently down on silent trees
Which bend their heads and huddle in the cold
That’s when I contemplate humanity
And wish we could go back to days of old.
When seasons gave their wealth, and land its gifts
And people worked together with no thought
But that it might prove helpful to uplift
Not one, but all who toiled as one for aught.
We’ve lost our way, or so it seems to me
The winds and rains lash out at us, but now
Unlike the trees, and people from those times,
We bend alone, but oneness disavow.
The land will teach us what we need to learn.
Or else, we’ll lose the thing for which we yearn.
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