Remember to Forget
You know what I love?
Watching my 2-year old son play.
His little hands moving brightly colored cars oh-so-delicately across the wooden table. Tongue out, extreme concentration dominating his brow.
I remember loosing myself like that when I was small. Enveloped so completely to a present moment that the entire world was held in the infinite particles of now.
I loose myself still.
Particularly in creating beautiful things or watching my son play or feeling the last warm rays of sunshine slip beneath the duvet of mountains near my home.
And it makes me wonder: perhaps all these moments are the same moment. Perhaps this time is really a space we enter into. Like drops of water remembering that they are the ocean.
Or our atoms recalling that they are stars.
And, so. I made this beautiful thing.
This poem as a reminder to myself to remember to forget and, if you should so need, to help you remember to forget too.
I hope you enjoy.
Poem Full Text
I remember being small
And forgetting
That there were walls
Of skin
To the temple of my body.
That my body was not my own
That it was my mother’s body
And my mothers mother
And all the mothers before her
I would remember to loose myself
In the saturated moment,
The truth,
That there is only
the one
Body.
That the separation between
My heart
And
The sacred beat
Of light on leaves
My heart
And
The hallowed ground of shadow dances
beneath the mother trees
My heart
And
The holy smell of
Grass dripping with green
It never existed at all.
That separation was, in fact, the lie of original sin.
In the other room
My son is laughing
Delighting in the
Secret language of his father
And his father’s father
And all the fathers before him.
And my heart kicks out the door
Fleeing to loose myself
In the sweetness of this moment
This infinite universe of
All that I love
My very soul
beating that sacred beat
of light on leaves,
dancing the beautiful shadows
of wild laughter
in the other room.
It is the nakedness of leaves and shadows and grass,
This rawness of what is real.
Exposed,
Freed from the gilded ribbed cage,
She sings the song
Of the one
Body.
And, it is in this moment,
That I remember what it is to forget.
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