When Consciousness Collides
The old dichotomy emerges once again,
although there is no certainty
that it exists at all. For it
the world we know takes of its essence
all things spiritual as well as
those we touch and fondle
for a century or so
before we join the ages. Why
are we distressed by that brief chaos
we create with ignorance?
Spirit and touch are brothers,
cannot exist apart. They are
the juncture of a unity
that transcends all perception.
Like the jet stream which will tantalize
the polar vortex of the earth,
our elusive consciousness seen
as sub, or super, or untraceable,
can never long be pushed aside.
I feel it, scold it,
try to force it back.
Its winds blow cold, and hot,
and sometimes like a breath of yesterday,
it siezes hold upon me, leads me
through the mist, and by
the strange domain I never understood.
It is a rare, effective treatment
for the pride that motivates us
as we seek to rise above
our fellow humans.
Let the winds blow free!
It is consciousness that is
the arm of peace, it does not compete.
The breath of yesterday
is our reality--today!
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2014
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