Parallel Life


A Matter of time.

From birth,
we ebb and tide
from embryo to a purge upon
the rocks of reality.

Umbilical cords are snipped,
we’re held high,
slapped,
smiled at,
bidden to accept life as—being alive.

Then…

Cuddled,
pampered,
protected,
educated,
extricated from the family,
exonerated of past mistakes,
we’re finally cast to the winds.

Then…

And only then,
the real weathering of currents begins.

How challenging,
this thrust into foreign waters,
the inevitable coming of age,
at many an age,
the "Holy shit!" of awakening Under water,
gasping for air, not knowing wisdom awaits
the catharsis of our superficial struggle.

Alas…

To be denied such,
is to not know that infinite breath,
a form of living that transcends the obvious,
is but a gateway to the what some refer to
as the alternate universe,
the parallel universe,
the continuum without end.