top of page
  • Writer's pictureTekla Syers

NEWBORN

Updated: Sep 4, 2023





I was at one with the All.


I shared each secret,

possessed all time

that was . . . or to be.


I was the reasons, beings

and things.


The tangible, intangible,

all me.


In a flash . . .

The idea/decision/enactment.


Then I tumbled,

drifted and dreamed,

in peace and wisdom,

relishing the waiting chamber,

the starting block,

. . . the womb.


Too soon, encountering

Its finiteness.


Resolute,

I pushed and wiggled,

to be free . . . to be born.


Then . . . arrival.


The surety of what was before

giving way to unknowns and needs.


My reveries into the previous,

frequently interrupted . . . crowded

by new contemplations,

by newness.


This curious existence

must soon demand

my full attention.


Already . . . I forget before,

for I am Newborn.


 



Tekla A. Syers resides in Chicago as a student and teacher of metaphysics; smitten grandmother; dabbler in culinary arts; semi-retired fund development and nonprofit management consultant; and a craftswoman. She enjoys music and art in myriad forms and makes time to observe and reflect on why folks and things are as they are.






56 views0 comments

Comments


bottom of page