Meditations: “The Urge to Evolve”
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Spirit of Life and of Love,
How I long to evolve.
My ancestors crowd every room of my house
They guard the doors of my perception
They monitor the windows of my self-expression.
They stand watch over every vulnerable movement
And censor every kind comment and generous gesture.
My ancient relations knew cruelty, brutality and unfairness.
I am their precious heir, and they demand:
YOU MUST SURVIVE.
Yes, I can listen to them and honor them
AND sense what they never fully understood.
My heart knows I am larger
than their apron strings and stern warnings permit.
Love's passionate risk taking
causes my long dead relatives to quiver with fear.
I am more than a soft, pinkish, fleshy container for
the Spirit of Life and Love
with toenails, tufts of hair, and freckles.
I am more than my encrypted DNA.
I am more than my English-German heritage
and my liberal religious faith.
Not only am I more
but the urge to evolve courses in my veins.
An unknowable intelligence
sets the table before me with a feast of possibility.
The ancestors want to taste test it for safety
but they can't.
Come, eat with me the way, the truth and the light.
Come, drink with me the nectar of the Gods.
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Last updated on Tuesday, February 26, 2013.
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