One last poem…and least for a time…
I misplaced my humanity for a time.
I recognized the illusion of ego,
but lost Myself.
I still bore my name,
but the identity attached to the label
began to disappear.
My name was no longer a noun
(neither Proper nor common)
I turned inside out
blossoming a verb,
phoenixing a state of being.
I became an action,
Myself-ing all the while.
In searching for the spiritual,
I lost touch with the material.
Chocolate tasted chalky.
Sunsets lost their spice.
Clouds seemed to transitory…
This world offered little attraction.
I found I couldn’t communicate
the experience of Myself-ing
I couldn’t write what seemed like empty shells.
I lost my personal expression
for there was little personalty to express.
Even my emotions were distant
(once so all-important)
As I worked to expand consciousness,
I became aware of my own chosen oblivion.
In discovering the unity of all,
I lost my own zest.
In loving everything and everyone
I mislaid distinction.
In single-minded search for truth,
I missed perspective.
But this discovery was in itself illusory,
For I am Human.
My satisfied contentment
existed outside of tangible experience.
I found my humanity in my frailty
when I rediscovered the long lost tears
Welling up from deep inside
that had been set aside
in my search for something…
…in the search for beyond.
Beyond the Self
through the cosmos within
The black hole swallowed
A verb who believed she was a noun
But out of the Void…
…Danced a full sentence.
–by Rose Guildenstern