Derivative,
a little piece of everything
is what we are.
Somehow we live
with our eyes turned
inside so far.
We don’t see past you or me,
can’t reconcile this separation,
together we might become something more;
all cowering in what has gone before.
Fear of pain and abandonment,
we cling to the words,
no knowing what they meant.
Keep ourselves within our only outlet
and thus,
the sea of consciousness becomes a toilet.
And you’re to blame,
and I’m to blame,
we’re so ashamed, but too proud to admit it.
There’s something
keeping us apart,
divided and weak without our lovers.
Learned to settle
for what’s given,
or what’s easiest;
our corpses pave the path
of least resistance.
To lose the self,
within the ocean of reflection,
far better than
what we could ever imagine.
Think that each of us
is a body unto themselves,
we’re just floating in the water,
undulating with the swells.
Convinced that we can plot the currents,
or consider ourselves saved;
I think I see your face in the waves.
We come from something bigger,
this I’m sure.
Hard and fast as God,
or infinitely more obscure.
Each person;
derived from an ocean of reflection,
yet you persist
to think you have control.
In an attempt to gain a part
you give up the whole.
We need to remind each other
where we come from.
Otherwise, another monkey we become.
No power on this planet
can contrive
of a bigger thought than why
we are alive.
We are born – all to be together,
but so much has come between
and severed – us away.
And you’re to blame,
and I’m to blame,
we’re so ashamed, but too proud to admit it.
We’re all to blame,
slowly drifting away.
We are what’s precious to each other.
Don’t give up – it’s what we’re here for.
To be born and live and die together.
Our ocean of reflection
in it we exist.
When the mind is collective,
we will succumb to resist
and be what we were meant to be;
I with you and you with me.
HG – 2000-2005
