Even When the Living Is Unseen

Poetic Prose

In the immediacy of this moment, I stand. From it, a myriad of possibilities arise. I look in all directions, overcome the dizziness, of being suspended in this atemporal place.

From here I look forward, I look up towards our past, To the kisses that we shared, When we whispered in the night.

As the earth spins and circles the sun, an arch is formed as we move in the space, devoid of time, and what we call motion we, confuse with time.

But our future concerns you. Where, from here, do we go to? And you may look at me angrily if I tell you to nowhere.

That we have arrived already, that we have always belonged to the place where we are at, to the place where there is no motion.

There is no journey other than the perpetual journey, of the stars, the electrons moving around us, who moves who, you may want to ask.

Where do we go from here? We step out of ourselves, We look in ourselves, We look at the world, We look at the words, The words that construct us, The sound without voice, Our own very nature, We look at our words.

From this very point in time, I look at you, I look at me, I look at us. I close my eyes and dream my destiny.

Write with me.

We are us. We are secure in ourselves. There is no more need of you telling me who am I because I know who am I, even when I still appreciate your eyes resting upon mines.

We remove our masks. We no longer need mask, upon mask, upon mask to disguise ourselves in plain light.

As we open our eyes and ourselves to the world, we realize the life around us, the life abounding, the life inside us.

And then we note, we are alive. Our desires are not us. Our wants are not us. We are.

The air penetrating our lungs, the silence in our bronchioles, the labor of love of our cells.

And as we are swayed by the overwhelming force of the river of life, we understand that in our eternity we are not perpetual. And we become brave, we open the caterpillar skin in which we lived. We go out among the living. Even when the living is unseen.

Pablo Pereyra 2020. Thank you for your interest and reading.

In response to Blue Insights Cultural Prompts — June 2020