Being Now

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poem about transitions

Being Now

 

Here now

You have arrived at the gate

Welcomed as a peer by the honored nobility

In glistening halls

The warm embrace of family

The reunification with The Lord,

Behind you are the compromises with small groups

In the past are days of struggle

Fading now is the pain of hard travel.

The gate is open and all is well ahead.

Where to next?

What to do?

 

There’s no need to seek an appeal from the Counsel of Guidance

Because their sacred assertions are not rebuttable.

There’s no need to take the burden of planning on your own shoulder

Because the weight is more than any person could bear,

The scope too wide from human eyes to see.

 

The concern for whom to be

And who you were,

Climbing the gravelly path

Lifetime to lifetime,

Is each person’s sole pursuit

Over which we may assert no control

And yet nothing in this world

Can carve the track for you

Or shape your identity.

 

You are who you wanted to be

And whom you were meant to be.

Self created and preordained

So next time you could be anything or anyone

Yet you don’t need to create a new body.

You can become an undefined

Infinitely dispersing

Field of awareness.

 

You don’t need to be an object.

You can be a constant transition

Without direction or intention.

But have faith that you will “be”

And the only way to be then

Is to cease being now.


Submitted: July 04, 2021

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