Existence
Existence
By Bradley Jones
Blink.
Inhale.
Blink.
Exhale.
Is this existence? Here in my physical body.
Is this existence? Here in my emotional body.
Is this existence? Here in my spiritual body.
Could there be more? More than pleasure and pain.
Could there be more? More than sunshine and rain.
With intention, I drag myself up to an ancient oak tree,
and I say to old grandfather, “what would it feel like to be a limitless me?”
And on that breath a single molecule flowed,
That which was once me, was now with the tree.
And, in that moment I realized, I was recycled again.
For that which I thought was only “me”, was actually “we”.
Could it be a single molecule, that was briefly me, has traveled through time?
And could it be, endlessly me?
In that question, truth rang true.
And in that moment the Oneness grew.
I was once part of an Emperor’s brain,
Oh yes, I was there at “Et tu Brute?”.
I was once the wound in the side of Christ.
I too was the crown, and indeed the cross.
I was the blood that flowed through Ghandi
And when he was murdered, I watered the earth.
I was the spark at The Library of Alexandria,
I raged and I burned through all written knowledge.
I was but a speck in Noah’s Ark,
But oh how I shuddered, during the Flood.
For a century I stood, the highest point on the pyramid of Giza.
Then a great breeze brought me new life as muck in a river.
I once sat for a thousand years at the bottom of the deepest ocean.
The moon my only friend, its gravitational pull.
I was expelled at Hitler’s last breath,
As I too was the molecule supporting the tortured.
Of course it may be forgotten, the sacred space that we shared,
Through time, and trials, all memory shed.
You see, I was recycled again and again,
Even now in this moment, I swim, I gallop, I fly.
So, with new perspective, I again regard grandfather tree,
And to my excitement, he too regarded me.
Through great cosmic dispersal, I understand, I am.
Of course… I mean… that is to say…
I am you, and you are me.
I am me, and we are we.
