where

you and i were born out of seeming magic
not aware of before, we found ourselves in awareness
thinking hard on the past we remember few first memories
though we ponder hard we cannot go back to before our birth
it's easy to formulate ideas of our beginnings
perhaps fantasy thoughts of swinging through limbs of trees
or walking with dinosaurs or pithicus man
such is the power of imagination
like fake news, reality is easy to formulate and be influenced by
we wake from a sleep sometimes,
like the dreamless dead of unconsciousness
we go about our tasks while awake,
our duties, and wants
only perhaps ten percent aware, thinking we're at 100,
but we're not
quite helpless really to the whims of our environment
ultra fragile to the tides of the same
completely dependent,
not really in control, only by a fraction of the whole
though we mainly think that we are
otherwise the maintenance of our sanity could easy unravel
we often sleep while seeming awake
repeated routine makes us believe
we will wake to the same reality we found ourselves in
when we slipped into unconsciousness yet again and again
we will slip away as when we were born years ago
as we did before, sliding out of the birth canal
we will slip away,
we will pass from awareness to another state
many don't question, like sheep they accept
neglect any thought except short term
wondering whether or how or what if,
how come or the like
and find another state of mind, of existence awareness
never wondering, delving into where we'll be after death

reflect on the past with similar awe
how was i born?
from whence did i come?
totally helpless like when the time of our entrance into this world realm
completely dependent on the forces that brought,
that bring you and me and all of our kind
into this world that is yours and mine
and yet we do little by way of control
whether yesterday, today or tomorrow
politics aside, our jobs and our interests whether or work or of play
little does matter except, i think by our love
is what really makes the world that we know
either a place of warm or of cold,
somehow in our hearts we all seem to know
that really what matters is the things that we do
are they centered on self, love only of ourselves?
or does it extend to the ends of the earth?
although we are bound by forces out of our control
we influence our being and add to it meaning,
by our love for each other and those in our field
our influence affecting the course of our lives
love is the element, the thing that outlasts,
forever embedded in each heart that carries it on,
and whether we know where we came from or not
or know where we're going or not,
love will lead the way through the dark of unknown
light will shine bright through ignorance and through storm
'til the end of helpless time on this earth
this calm at times, yet mostly chaotic environment called world
at the end of these earthly lives,
will wake up and find ourselves in another place
another time and wonder, amazed about it all
when love is standing in front of our face
incarnate turned spirit we'll look in His face
and know, then we'll know where we came from
and where we have come