weekend dissolve

My brother and I traveled many miles to find each other—home at last.  two days and many spirits later, and my world again has a center. 

Enter Raven, enter Hawk, enter Rumi.  Enter Osho, enter Steiner, enter Mother.  Enter the white man, and enter the Native.  Enter Father, enter Squirrel, enter Moon.  Enter Stone, enter Water, enter Soil.  Enter Rattle, enter Drum, enter Floor.  

If we were the big trees, our journey was the small axe, and my body went dust to dust.  As the last wisps of ego exhausted from of our slack jawed mouths a red tailed hawk appeared as if out of—well, nowhere (or was it everywhere?)—riding our torrent of bliss and joy, wings spread wide, eyes on fire, feathers glistening.  It looked down on us and said, “you’re doing great.” 

like the beads of a raspberry chewed apart from its’ cluster, my individual components mushed from my center outward, my own personal big bang of sorts.  A beginning.  If your conscious ego is constructed from the brainpower of only eight percent of your actual capacity, then upon death you’re actually far more whole than at any point during your physical life.  and with that, I closed my eyes for a day dream.

I awoke briefly in a tree with upward reaching branches.  Cradled firmly in the stiff womb of bark and pine needles, I thought I might never make it out alive.  “am I a branch?” With each breath of wind that softly danced by, and each subtle movement of my trunk, my limbs, my needles, I became certain that the answer must be yes.  Better just go back to sleep, I thought.  I’m sure my brother will come find me soon.

inspired by brother j, paul, and vidya.

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