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Gather In

  • Jun 16, 2021
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What is it, this thing we call life?

This breath of existence?

This time to mingle in the presence of others?

This time

to strive

to fight

to believe

to give up

to move on?


There comes a time

when wind dies down,

and the sun recedes beneath the clouds,

and something heavy falls upon us –

something of a realization

that this place is temporary.

And, in that moment,

we merge into timelessness, noticing our place

and the space that goes far beyond us,

an infinite presence

of cities

and planets

and a universe within multiverse –

a layering of space beyond spaces.


Sometimes I pause

and look in the eyes

of the person standing before me

and feel such an intimate connection of humanness.

What is it they need?

What do they fear?

What do they crave?

What do they think of at the day's end?


Here we are, together, friends

Sharing space and time –

something so sacred

I cannot describe it.


Hear me.


Look beyond the yesteryears.

Forget about the future.

Enter this moment of timelessness

and let yourself perceive all that is.


See colors

Feel breath

Touch another

Grasp hold

Cry hard

Laugh deeply

Drink in

Say sorry

Move through

Reunite

Be real


For the time will come

when the last breath moves through us

and all will draw still

as we wonder what it is

that comes next.


It seems to me

that this is not our only time and place

to exist.

I believe not in endings

but a foreverness

that stretches far beyond

where we are now.

You might call it eternity

or heaven

or afterlife

or rebirth

or reincarnation

or to fertilize what needs to live next.


But for now,

gather in all it is that you are

and take in your breath

followed by the next

and the next

until that passing to what’s next.


For time does not end as we know it.

Our togetherness

is sure to persist –

but only for those who believe

that there are no endings.

 
 
 

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