We The Livng

We The Living

We don't die. We don't go away. We don't even disappear into the wings or backstage for a change of costume.
We the living seamlessly occupy the fabric of an entire universe, recycling through time and space, without waste.

Pure energy, pure Ecstasy, We cannot be destroyed.
Then when our body falls onstage where does our soul
go?

Does the soul mean an unity, or an unified entity of the universe in entirety?
A mosaic of multitudinous spirits inhabit me, some harmonious, some conflicting, some dominant some subjugated.

We are rather like our own genome. The phenotypical expression is not our genotypical range, and like shifting expressions on our face a plethora peoples us.

Turn, turn, turn, as seasons shift under the sun, as we age and ripen and mellow... run, run, run.

Seamlessly we release old personas like cellulose masks that dissolve, and don the novus spiritus that animates the moment.

Our babies are nascence rejuvenated from our old corporeal flesh. They're temples housing spirits of the old, all of our infinite pasts. And so that the laughing menagerie of voices don't drown each other out, the somnolent ones await their own seasons of awakening.

And in my mirror, my eyes mirror a mystery that passeth understanding.
My grandmothers don't leave me. I see one in my eyes.
The other dances upon the lips in a smile.
My forefathers sit upon my forehead and my soul sings not with one voice, but a single unified song.
We who are the Living, are All the lives that have come to be.
And all the lives that are. And all of the lives yet to be.
We the living, don't wait backstage, for a chance entry.
We are here in spirit, and in my insular singularity, is the multiplicity of many spirits, an universe called into being.

The stars look at us. And in wonder. For the immensity they bridge exists in each soul.  Interchangeable yet unique...
One body....housing the spirits of the universe.

© Amrita Valan 2015