Ourstory - Poem

Ourstory

An aural fixation
Indifferent stagnation
Bled our broken nation
Of soul(s)
With echoing headphones
We wandered alone
Walking in crowds
Yet tragically cowed
With minds disbelieving
Constricted chests heaving
But still barely breathing..

Aghast and severed
Tarred and feathered
Tired and tried
Defeated, we died

But
Awakened, alive to
Great Stillness
That thrived
When all became Broken
And we saw the Great Token
Put here for our healing,
And long lost feeling
Returned to our limbs.
And then…

With minds alive
And hearts aflame
And Gods unnamed
And peace and
Joy and beauty and
Soul-filled connection
A soulful collection
Of humanity
Reconnected
Recollected
Our Oneness
With all
Life...

We stepped out of “control”
(Which poisons the soul)
Embraced the light chaos
And loved what He gave us
Returned to the Mother
Embraced our lost brother
That Samaritan “other”

And thrived.

We.
Thrived.

So what will it be?
Are we ready?
Can we drop the noise?
Can we stop
And listen with our feet
And hear with our eyes
And taste with our skin
And feel with something other than
Our transient emotions?

Can we open the box of our experience
Blow light into it
Find the gray humor called compassion
Find that dark memory-energy that squeezes
In just the wrong places
And allow it to fly out of the cage
Where we now
Guard it and
Bless it and
Feed it?

Can the sky be our TV?
Can our child’s laughter be our radio?
Can the cold wind be sacred, too?
And the splinter?
And the broken car?

Can we walk animated with our Eternal I’s
Letting them tell us what we need
Rather than the politician
The marketer
The songstress?

I know we are here
To hear
All the way
To Here.

We can do this.

--Eric Marley
June 2014