Origin

©2012, Olan L. Smith

Whispers the early thoughts of Dawn,

"Who am I?" What was I before the dawning?

Silence is the mind's reply

Void reclaims what is hers.

Awareness blurs distinction,

What was, was nothingness, and what is; is

All that concerns but the Dawn's query persists

And thus conjectures what was prior first light?

Memories precede not this life

Only early thoughts of mother's breast

And warm embryonic fluid engulfing.

Déjà vu pries loose profound thoughts of I knew...

Our logic inquires of how and when a moment fades,

Once again, we are overwhelmed with reality

A moment's inquiry is precedent; we move forward―

We build scar tissue and calcify.

Once in a billion, a soul ascends in body

To touch the stars and know origin.

Here, the unconscious mind merges with the collective

Thoughts of all life and remembers;

I am. I am is the answer, not I was, and

That is my name of names. No death, only transference

Of awareness; I did meet you before

In "I am"; I...am...you. Now, I understand.