The demise of self to find,
Draw away now,
as if drifting back to sleep,
Draw back,
Through all those memories that you have,
All those experiences.
Tell me,
Tell me what is it,
What memory do you fix upon?
Like the roulette wheel
What number is found,
where does the cognitive rest,
Tumbling and bouncing through the subconscious.
What’s the memory that makes you most happy,
Warm, contented, touched, safe.
Where are you rested now?
Like a leaf fallen and blown by an autumnal wind,
Draw away now
Go to that place that makes you feel warm,
Under the duvet on a Sunday morning
Knowing you have nothing to do
Rolling back into the embrace of a lover
Being tugged at by a kite string as a child,
Wondering could it really lift you to fly,
Where does the true self reside?
In the cracks between Ego, Humility, pride awareness, consciousness, experience,
I can’t tell you.
But I can offer you the premise of play,
The light of joy for the soul
So, put on that warm familiar jumper,
Those weekend ‘no one will see’ clothes,
Reside in front of an open fire when mother nature reminds us of our insignificance,
As we are like a conscious thread within the fabric of time,
My passionate plea is just,
Draw together now,
make that celestial tapestry of consciousness, rich, varied and challenging,
Each star in the sky, each grain of sand,
Is vital within the consciousness of change,
Hesse, Tolle, Brunton, Freud, Jung, Schopenhauer, Bill.
I know Bill,
On first name terms,
All act as beacons of light,
All these lights allow us to navigate within the dark,
Or as Nietzsche would suggest stare into the void and ask the question
Why?
The cloud of unknowing is something society has settled on as fact,
So, I ask you to move on from this,
Draw away now in you minds
Close your eyes,
Go to that place of complete happiness.
Remember it,
Write it down,
A word
A picture
A thought
This is what others see as innovation,
I see it as celestial consciousness,
We innovate.
The compassion shown,
When someone looks deep into your eyes,
And asks you for vulnerability.
That feeling when someone who truly knows you,
Cuddles you and doesn’t let you go,
All these things lead us to feelings of an experience,
If you believe, as I do that all living things that can illicit experience have a consciousness,
Then the world is a truly beautiful tapestry of wonder,
No matter your belief
Your doctrine
Your stumbling blocks
Your spiritual perspective
We all carry something
What debt do you have to pay?
What is it that holds you back
Draw away now,
Draw back to that place,
So, the question that resides is,
Are you willing to listen?
Are you willing to consider alternatives?
Are you willing to live on the fringe?
On the edge of chaos,
To make a camp on the boarders of your truths,
Draw away to see.
This poem was submitted as part of the LSE HE Blog’s Poetry Amnesty.