Like shooting stars,
like the many arms
of a connection on
an automaton.
Crashing down again,
the most simple plan;
gravity is the cord
dragging this whole thing
forward
and down.
Never set the sights
higher than the eyes.
Keep the brightest light
slightly to your right.
The world is in your hands,
bound down by the plan.
Your near-field experience
is so clear it’s just
something you don’t understand.
For every
meteor
that burns up
in the sky,
a thousand pass us by.
Our plans all go awry
when we deceive
our minds
and the impossible
becomes invisible.
Connections aren’t the kind
they plug into our minds;
they’re physical,
chemical,
spiritual,
sexual.
Everyone is everything,
all the time,
so when you fall
it’s felt all around;
forward and down.
Step
by
step;
progress is an accident.
Choices are the precedent.
Inspiration Heaven sent.
Principle is energy,
rest of us eventually
fade back to the dust we made;
miracles are commonplace.
You need only to raise your eyes,
reach out your mind,
hands by your side
and take one step
into the unknown.
This is how
we made it to now;
this is how we grow.
We don’t have to know it all.
All of our momentum
is in the way we fall.
Gravity pulls us to the ground,
our feet move,
forward and down
and we go up.
Don’t give up.
We’re all plugged in
to the same thing.
Just keep managing
your fall,
up to the stars;
it’s the way we are.
HG – 2018
