Sacred Contracts XVII: Star Seed

 
 
I. Insemination: Genesis  
 
Projected into a dusty  
egg of galaxy spin-cycling  
from her own ovaries,  
we penetrated young earth  
as sperm bending space,  
apples bobbing in a cauldron  
of weightlessness; seed  
pods ejected through solar  
Winds into felopian tunnels  
of an Einstein-Rosen Bridge  
navigating vacuums of black  
hole'd emptiness. Our course  
destined to waken the gestation  
of Light within sentient beings,  
including ourselves by each  
to the other's becoming.  
 
Deposited by meteor'd  
debris to form as brinicles  
birthed from sinking  
sediment, we became  
tubular salt in plumed  
Waters of ice across  
a seabed of webbed  
frost: a gestating form  
of existence destined  
for millions of years  
of natural selection.  
   
II.  Germination: Humans  
 
We were born unfurling,  
gasping for Air, limbs flailing  
into a heated solar flare  
that seared our eyesight,  
breath slapped or pinched  
into our screaming lungs,  
skin stinging pink, swollen  
from the initial contact  
of human touch, followed  
by suckled sustenance  
for those choosing soft  
immediate bonds, while  
others suffered inexplicable  
indifference of distance,  
hunger, and abuse.  
 
Years threshed us with  
various experience across  
the floor of solecism;  
charted rendezvous  
of recognition activated  
our innate instinct of    
survival for the kindred  
Truth of Love, kindness  
and compassion through  
humbleness of spirit.  
   
III. Domestication: The Collective  
 
Shadows provided familiar  
respites for stray outcasts.  
We became silent observers:  
Life's dark cornered guests.  
Our multidimensional layers  
and decades of filtering  
distorted facts enforced  
by the mass of a sleeping  
collective took its toll.  
Some of us were assimilated  
into great herds of sheep or wolves  
while others burned against  
wooden stakes felled  
from ancient forests.  
Some were dashed against  
serrated rocks of bloody suicide,  
their lifeless epidermis emptied  
of the mortal contents of Life.  
We, too, tasted the path  
closest to our own home  
as death by fleshy surrender  
to our own devices, stayed  
only by the interception  
of a singular implanted  
thought from a guide  
bellowing our dying flame  
into a combustion of hope  
from beyond the veil of our  
heavy misconceptions.  
 
And so we became bruised,  
battered, our scars glistening,  
reflecting oil spills across  
the salty regions of existence.  
   
IV.  Activation: Remembrance  
 
Portals of lighthouses projecting  
grace appeared or were erected  
in various forms upon the land  
and waters we navigate.  
Rising from glaciers  
into carved stone of distant  
countries,  by architect across  
coastal beaches of the world,  
or through blood bond of kind-  
hearted actions by kindred;  
Our hearts ever-pulled  
into distant verification  
of our being. Our Internal  
compass activated our  
base-plated needle of direction,  
whose lost tribe crossed  
from one onto another  
southern tipped continent  
before the great rift of ocean  
engulfed the footbridge.  
Migrating north, intermingling  
our B (+) positive bloodlines  
with foreign tribes of rock  
and jungle, dotting the landscape  
of genetics as crumbs leading  
the chosen with eyes to see  
homeward at last.  
   
V.  Retraction: Continuum  
 
“The mammoths knew, followed  
The knowing as ants to sugared  
Remains of granulated deaths  
At the base of the stone obelisk.”  
And so too we follow uncharted  
footpaths by instinct, carved  
by ancients, recognizing our faces  
observing from their mountainous  
encasement the final returning  
of prodigal sons and daughters,  
seeded remains of ripe fruition  
surrendering to the final directive    
of purpose before absorption  
into the illumination of secrets:  
The enlightenment of continuum.  
 
“Sometimes the gods are galaxies  
Of orchards bearing billions of stars;”  
And sometimes they’re a close friend  
Reaching down to pull us back up.  
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