Something about
The innocence of a child
Whether a babe asleep
In its pram
A toddler’s glee
In their first steps
The wide-eyed wonder
Of a pre-schooler’s discovery
Something to warm
The coldest heart
Something to stir ferocity
Toward any threat
Nothing rouses the extremes
Of love or Ire
As the innocence of a child
In the shadows beneath my consciousness
Dwells a me I barely know
A me of many parts
A friend
A saboteur
A healer
A destroyer
A revolutionary
A gatekeeper
A liberator
A prisoner
An advocate
A critic
All these aspects
Of shadow me
And so many more
Express themselves
In thought, desire and deed
Without consent
Without awareness
Of the me I once believed
Was the only me
Awakening to their existence
Marks the necessity of a journey
The journey begins
With introductions
And acceptance
Where it ends
I cannot know
But I suppose integration
Marks the milestone along the path
Where I become the one
I always believed I was
So much depends
On the construct, Love
Conscious
Unconscious
Conditioned
Unconditional
Unshareable
Unless a context
Shared
Ruthless
Than nature’s organic expressions
The subtle calculations
Of an incomprehensible unconscious
Little wonder
We have become such an affliction
On an incalculable beauty
Sometimes I know
Which way they’re going to go
Even before I make them
More often they go
The way they’re going to go
Long before I see the right or the wrong
I make choices
Sometimes I realize
Sometimes I don’t
Until they’re in the rear view mirror
Sometimes
This body
Like a trophy
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Beyond my ability
Beyond my creation
And I
Wonder I
At who am I
Whether this body is I
Or some other I
And I
Might have driven by
Then this moment lost
To the forever
Of infinite unconscious
All the ways I’ve learned
To make my way in life
Unconsciously, they become habit
Forgetting the current running through it all
I remind myself
Stand on the shore
Breathe in the quiet
Observe the current
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
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