A Letter to the Unborn

There will come a time
when the captivating lady of the moon
will hold you in her voluptuous bosom
and make you ache for every connection you missed
and there will be many
cause you have never been truly touched after all...

But you must learn,
sometime before you are a century old,
that you should submerge yourself in an awareness of a you
that exists on your fingertips,
is stuck under your finger nails,
flows on that thin river on the palm of your hand;
the life line that ends too abruptly.
Your reality resides in the humming of the silence in your skull...
The little droning buzzing sound that your brain can’t interpret;
that exasperating quiver you feel when you feel something
for someone
who doesn't feel the same for you...

But you won’t know you,
and until you do,
nobody will...

That fine line where your reality meets your senses,
that’s where you need to settle.

But until you do,
you should wake up inside every morning
and dive into the deep end of your subconscious with a big rock tied to your feet...
and it will be terrifying cause I never taught you how to swim.
But don’t wait;
don’t wait for that radiant divine hand to grab you
don’t wait for the whirlpool to calm;
your life won’t be a sheltered pool with a lifeguard nearby to save you,
it won’t be a quiet little pond,
in which you’re the big fish...

It would be wild waters
where you may end up in the bottom of the food chain;
where there will be heaviness in your chest pulling you down;
where you will raise a dais with an naive conviction
and stand to claim your existence
and in a flash the ground beneath you will vanish
and the rings of dark Delphian water will grow tighter around your body
until they close over your head...

And unless by then,
you know how to contain your light
and breath within yourself,
you will not survive.

I pray to the universe to give you the choice...
to give you the chance,
to choose to jump.
But if not, if you’re not that fortunate
you will fall or you may even be pushed...
and you will find yourself struggling
and sinking
and you may lose the will to try
but please don’t give up...
not yet...
And if someone offered a hand,
Take it!

I got so used to fighting this alone
that if I found someone fighting on my side
I would end up fighting against them.

But trust me,
You will learn to want to live if you persevere.
You’ll stay alive even with no air...
Yes, your lungs will shut down,
and your heart will shut down
and your five senses will freeze
and you will be left in the deep dark end of this void
with nothing but an infinitesimal intuition,
a nauseating will to survive
and you will...

though you’ll hate every minute of it,
something in you grasps that last dying flicker.
It’s only then that you will realize you never had to be taught...
you’ll reach deep down inside and you’ll find you...

you may have abandoned fervour, familiarity and faith
but right then a flower will blossom
and your light will shoot a beam of light up all the way to the heavens that forsook you...
and your mutiny will give voice to all the mutes
that are too mortified to mean what they dream.
Baby you will rise above.
You will rise above...

Jan 20, 2012