Finding Birthright in a forgetful World
This body, it senses something.
Not just the sensing from a look, a scoff, a pause, a thought
those are the data points, the lines
within a deeper wider web of interconnections.
This body senses the flows in between lines
the something that connects data points
These imperfect eyes,
tinnitus riddled ears,
rash ridden skin are
somehow able to
sense the tapestry that a newly
dyed thread is yet to be woven into
hear the oceans before
a single river fills it up
see the morning before
the break of dawn.
understand a fear before
ever being spoken off.
This clairvoyance,
is truly a forgotten
birthright of all bodies
This birthright - a precious
window into the sacred pattern of life
within and without.
The very pattern that fills up the space
between dancing electrons and speeding photons.
A pattern that can be sensed but never fully seen.
This birthright though always here,
is now ALIVE
in my perfectly human body.
it entwines my roots to the core of my mother Gaia.
and it gusts high my wings helped by my father Cosmos.
I feel, therefore I am.
I sense, therefore I am.
I relate, therefore I am.