From the Seed
I’m caught in a quagmire
of dirty dishes, dog-hair-
strewn & stained floors,
& generally ineffectual
functions of utility, where
the minutes are consumed,
one after the other, by my
heart’s double-time ticking
moving time backward. This
body frozen in the here & now
is not the same me as all the atoms
I am, retracing their steps to find
the self I was in that past life—
the one who recognized
younger-you from a photo—
whose every cell sears me
with lightning, as wildfire smoke
wells up like a tidal wave from
the seed of being & time,
exclaiming, He’s the One!
STEPHANIE L. HARPER
SLHARPERPOETRY 
Oh, wow – yes, this is how it feels when recognition cuts through barriers without any means of having done so … yes, from some past existence … yes, atoms of self retrace to grasp the connection teasing, bring the synchronicity into fruition. Beautiful, Stephanie!
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Oh, bless you, Jazz! You really get this one. Thank you — again! — for your gorgeous and validating insight! Your engagement with my work always means so much to me. 💖
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That’s a win-win for sure!
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Human journey –
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Yes! It’s a blessing among so many possible directions…
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