From the Seed

lightning bolt
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

germination

3 thoughts on “From the Seed

  1. 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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