The "Age" of Reason

The Way the Soul Cries when the Clock starts


From a larger pulse
      a whole that
            r e t r acts
      with every thought
            and desire
      etched into human form
           breathing now
                 panting - eating
            feeling - crying
                  laughing


                  processing


Life


Not just a piece anymore
      or a glowing burst of
            energy and infinity
Temporarily broken away
      placed in material
            experience


The earth weeps
      with welcoming
            flattery
A clock begins
      tick             ing
            logic
                  Reason   ?


Suddenly, this beautiful
      infinite soul
            feels the pressure
      of being stamped
            with age
                   separation
                        confusion
                               reaction  ?


Dying to
      connect
            to a larger whole
the one from whence
      it came
            the wisdom 
                  that had already consumed it


To hide the crows,
      and the creases,
            and the moles,
                  and the whites
                        and grays 
      or show them  ?


Fighting, leaping,
      begging
            for the beginning
Running from the unforgiving
      labeling
            of the ticking
                  clock


Do not judge this
      soul
by its
      journey 
             l e  n   g    t     h      .       .        .


For there have been
      many
and there will be
      infinitely more


Tear the skin away
      break the eyes - 
            the hair
See the thing inside
      the part that came
            from the larger
                  p u l s e
      the part
             that has always been
                   the same origin
             as yours