Infinite Ether

Weathering currents
from birth’s ebb
to the growing-old tide.

From embryo on,
purging upon the rocks of reality
becomes an uninvited necessity.

Out of the womb,
we're held high,
slapped,
smiled at,
smothered with whispers assuring us,
we’re alive.

Oh, how generously we’re…

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

Then…

And only then,
the real weathering
of currents begin.

How challenging,
this thrust into foreign waters,
the inevitable coming of age,
at many an age, truth be told,
the "Holy Hell" of awakening,
under mind’s water,
gasping for air,
not knowing wisdom waits in silent repose,
Nature’s catharsis of our superficial struggle.

To be denied such resolve,
is to not know of infinite ether,
the conviction that another kind of existence
will begin soon,

as the energy of our matter knows no boundary,

save that of supernatural ignis fatuus.

It’s just a matter of Earth’s count-down.