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  • Writer's pictureTekla Syers

NEWBORN

Updated: Sep 4





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.


#thoughts #voicepowervitalitypeacemindfulness #words





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