Origin
©2012, Olan L. Smith
Whispers the early thoughts of Dawn,
"Who am I?" What was I before the dawning?
Silence is the mind's reply
Void reclaims what is hers.
Awareness blurs distinction,
What was, was nothingness and what is; is
All that concerns but the Dawn's query persists
And thus conjectures what was prior first light?
Memories precede not this life
Only early thoughts of mother's breast
And warm embryonic fluid engulfing.
Déjà vu pries loose profound thoughts of I knew...
Our logic inquires of how and when, a moment fades,
Once again we are overwhelmed with reality
A moment's inquiry is precedent; we move forward―
We build scar tissue and calcify.
Once, in a billion a soul ascends in body
To touch the stars and knows origin.
Here the unconscious mind merges with the collective
Thoughts of all life and remembers;
I am. I am is the answer not I was, and
That is my name of names. No death only transference
Of awareness; I did meet you before
In "I am"; I...am...you. Now, I understand.