It Is Then I Remember

It is then I remember the carefree days of gentility 

Where the motion of winds were not 

And the cool of the day challenged the night

Shining its light brighter than all the stars

Into the face of my memory 

Where no one has truthfully been as I know

Nor no one has seen as I've saw to describe its ambitions

Realizing that as the world kept time to its schedules

Imagination lived on in wishes and prayers

Reaching ever outward to a far distant land

Where it remained untainted by obligations

Unharmed by loathsome jealousies or hostility 

Providing for itself the sanctity of life

Well nourished and well kept  

So that it may exist in all its innocence alive and loved

For the sake of no other reason than for it to thrive

In all of the places where it is welcomed unthreatened.  

It is then I remember the magic of appreciation 

The adoration of friendship, the godliness of living everyday given me 

Without judgement or condemnations for wanting the explorations of life 

Where no other journey is forthcoming in a predetermined world

Set in its own ways by its own values

Where the color of an autumn leaf is blended into all color

Rather than the individual shade, shape and distinctive decoration given it 

By the many modes of the atmospheres where they gather on trees 

Where patterns of gradual change are constantly creating the newness of another day

Into the eons of realities to be individually viewed by the partakers of its viewing.

It is then that I remember the visions in sleep where once I am free

To be transported to where I can see unaided by human or hand 

Aloft in the winds gently welcoming me into their presence 

Unencumbered by gravities or realities lighter than feather or molecule

Standing atop clouds in both day and night amidst stars and sun, sky and all else

Neither wearied or burdened by earth's weight or expectations 

Visually absorbed into the clearness about me as I move through corridors of extensional heavens

Lingering in the ethos where time is not, neither is concept of times nothingness

Alleviating the mindless toils of to (day, morrow, night) 

Enlightening the senses of innocence bellowing weightlessness 

Neither forced nor motioned among atmospheres of ever after and beyond.

It is then I remember being alive full of life, eager and well rested

Ready for the moments that once again bring me into the realms of all others

Who depend on their need of me and I of them as we journey through times gates

Accepting our earthen lives as our greatest joys, our endless beings 

Where living is the language both spoken and unspoken between understanding and appreciation

Knowing the moment is now where we are and leading to where we will be

Together or apart always aware of each the other beyond measure in our blending

Of thoughts, words and deeds so that we become who we are in this our now living

Able to append as we are to each other so as to never short change our oneness 

Relying on dedications and ambition to carry us ever onward to destinations 

To keep well our own longings for the divinities inside us to ward away all harm

That would otherwise divide us from ourselves in solidarity as our self in individuality.

It is then I remember blades of grass in their infinite sovereignty

Maintaining each their own existence, cool beneath feet on hot summer days

Holding the earth in its gentle grasp adorning both mountains and plains

Teaming with life under its shade springing with flora where wanted

To feed even the smallest creature hidden in its jungles of wilderness far from eyes view

Offering the visitations of many a being to pay it no mind in their journeys hither and forth

As it bends beneath their weight then stretches out again to become once again itself

Frozen by winters waters while hovering close to its roots still maintaining its cycle of life

Older than passing clouds, stronger than ripping winds, cleansing the filth from the air

Enduring forever, covering the earth, keeping it alive as itself a single blade 

Maintaining its individuality among all others conjoined with its likeness in all others

Reproducing generations for generations becoming and bequeathing itself to become anew.

It is then I remember water in all its various stages from solidity to fluidity 

Evaporating and replenishing itself and all it touches, from mountains to seas

Through both fields and valleys, watering flower and tree, washing away heat 

Ebbing and flowing, bringer of life to all people regardless their lot among the living

The carrier of human souls through every tongue and nation 

Passing through our existence, ferrying imaginations in countless story and rhyming legend

In need of care as much as our lives so like us it may continue to gift universe and condition

With its mystery of creation without contamination pursued for its values more than gold

Unduplicated in its simplicity or its patience to shape our future, 

Its purity our saving strength, its weakness thereof our destruction

Pouring in streams, waving through lakes to channel through rivers 

No living thing its enemy, all living things in its demand, awaiting its arrival.

It is then I remember humanity of which I am a part 

My breaths and steps along it my deliberate longing to live among it

In my own way as everyone in my birthright given me by creation

As in tears so with laughter as in anger so with my stoic nature 

Through my insomnia to my longing for slumber among the softness of my own femininity

Where the gentleness of my thoughts are the truths that holds me softly

Cradling me in hours of restful wonders where no harm or hurt exists 

No strength nor logic needed save only to relax and linger in the supple nature of my mind.

Jade Jaspers