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I AM

WRITER: ASHLIERENE

 

Are you not

Deeply astounded

By the human ability to prolong life,

Reduce suffering,

Rid disease,

Invent and innovate,

At the sight of a brighter potential?

An enlightened existence.

Moved

By the objective truth that all blooming and dying life,

Plants, dirt, microbes,

Are family,

Born of Earth,

From explosive,

Dying stars,

Rich in ingredients

With the potential of falling together

And creating life?

Is it not enough?

Is the unfathomable stretch of time and existence,

For which your mind was not present,

Not awe inspiring?

Does it not rid you of fear,

And stir a humbling in your consciousness?

Will you not embrace this brief experience of what it is to be alive,

Flooding in through your senses,

With a mindful welcoming,

An enthused understanding,

And true respect?

Will you not stare in wonder at this world

Just a little bit more?

PLANT ME IN THE SOIL

WRITER: ASHLIERENE

 

Relieve me of this comfort, derived in darkness.

Free me of tradition.

Kick the pedestal out from underneath me,

And this race of lost minds.

Bathe me in the light of dying stars.

Cover me with the chaos of the cosmos.

Bare me down to a naked mind.

Strip me of self-absorption, fear and following.

Face me to the challenge against my biases.

Measure me among the mice, the fish, the microbes.

Toss me into a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Plant me in the soil,

Among unfathomable layers of time.

Wake me up from fantasy,

And inspire me to question.

 

Cover me in reality.

Tuck me back in underneath the magnetic, flaring stars.

 
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MY HUMAN

WRITER: ASHLIERENE

 

I love you my human,

My curious, result of cosmic chemistry.

I adore your hands and your thoughts,

Your breath and your veins.

Your eyes, guided by dark lashes,

Looking out.

Receiving the world.

Brief.

Looking into the true mirror.

This is what you are,

And this is where you came from.

Just like me.

NEVER TO RETURN

WRITER: ASHLIERENE

 

You will not find me

Again,

Lost under this blanket of stars,

At my knees

Crying out

To the vast reaching corners of the cosmos.

As if one

Louder than billions.

 

You will not see me

Bend

And beg

In darkness,

As logic

Illuminates the doors of waiting time.

 

For my phantoms,

Buried deep

In the shadows of early centuries,

Are quiet as falling dust.

 

Left there,

Was my desire

For self-delusion.

 

Awake,

Is a dawn

Of knowledge.

 

Free,

Are my thoughts.

 

Mine,

Is my mind.

 

And I wish never

To return.

 
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COME QUIETNESS

WRITER: ASHLIERENE

 

In that vast stretch of darkness,

Quietness,

Absolute nothingness

Before life,

I was a possibility.

A probability of genes.

It is not that twenty-three-year-old me

Was predetermined,

My current and future thoughts,

Ideas,

Actions,

Preselected.

But rather

The successful genes

Of my human and animal ancestors

Randomly shuffled into place,

And reborn

Into my species current moment

On the timescale.

Ready to learn to crawl

And soon stand

And walk

Through this brief

Experience of life.

Awakened cosmic chemistry.

Subject to all influences,

Voices,

Tastes,

Smells,

Sharp and soft objects

Received by my senses.

Crying in pain,

Laughing in happiness.

Slowly,

But quickly

Building a story

And a forever growing character

To call myself.

Random events,

Accidents

And coincidental happenings,

Landing favorable to my existence,

Shaping the information

In my mind

And my thoughts,

Ultimately influencing my behavior

For the duration of my life,

As a conscious carrier of ancient genes.

My perception of the world,

Myself,

My experiences of attachment,

Commitment,

Human knowledge and technology,

Death,

Pleasure,

They have brought me

To this current moment

Of my conscious self.

To think deeply

About such things

As well as understand them,

Is what I have found to be

The only way

To work through

This blurry,

Often inaccurate

Image of the world,

Coming in

Through truly limited human senses.

It sets selfish desires

And emotions aside.

It is a way

To step outside of fear

And into our grown-up pants.

Knowledge has,

And will always,

Conquer fear.

It destroys bad ideas,

Born in intellectual darkness and superstition

Throughout our early centuries.

This here,

This is it.

In this current place in time,

Twenty-three-year-old me,

Surrounded by dark oceans,

Full of water-breathing-life,

Deep forests,

Countless millions of species of insects,

Singing birds,

Roaring wind

And lightning,

Animals of the sea and land,

Growing to sizes

Embraced by the ancient dinosaurs.

Human-flight-machines,

Technologically enabled

Life-saving procedures

And medicines.

Witnessing it here,

From the rock

That birthed it all.

Realizing the chemical connection

Of all things.

I cannot fathom

A way to see the world

In a more exceedingly beautiful light,

Than this,

Of what our interrogation of the universe

Has shared with us.

I cannot bring myself

To fall back

Into unenlightened fear

And self-obsessed driven hopes.

I will not entertain

The sad human desire

To live and die

Above all other living organisms.  

 

So come quietness again,

As it will.