Invitation

I live, breathe, am alone utterly, one of a kind,
And also one of billions in the Awakeness, alongside you.

Feeling alone, feeling included
Is like breathing.

Peeking outside my careening nano-moments
Into the Flammarion vastness,
I am in wonder.
Pulling back in
Is like wrapping myself in a favorite dress.
We are fleeting and eternal.

The invitation to be owned,
By some wing of humanity,
And dulled into brassy corporate nonexistence,
Is abiding.
And I have used that place to hide.
I know the lure of making the cheap trade
Of my soul for empty belonging
And the illusion of purpose.

But that was only for when I was afraid of the dark.

We are stricken with the impossible weight of the world.
It isn’t gravity that grounds us though, but blindness.
With the lightest breath of wind, and a gentle angling of wing,
The lift is simply there.

I live, breathe, am alone utterly, one of a kind,
And also one of billions in the Awakeness, with you.