I fell into the pit I had dug to protect myself,
and in it I laid myself down and died.
Arising days later to find that I felt more than alive,
I was not a ghost or an incarnation or a messiah-
Ego had been abandoned and I was nothing.
Nothing save for consciousness and soft, impermanent flesh,
though I had died and risen, I had no immortal answers,
I had not seen a god- or any gods,
and in my unbirth did not find myself in the bloody conditions of the "pureness" of birth.
I was renewed but not new,
Still unsure if I was just a chemical reaction in a realm of brain biology,
or if I was the small piece of a puzzle created for a greater image by an ever loving universal eye |
Submission Name: "A Lost Thing Looks for a Lost Name..."
