Sometimes I forget that I’m a three dimensional shape and
that I won’t always get to be…
A three dimensional shape.
We all call it dying, but really I think we’re just shifting
and evolving and changing and by the time we breathe our last breath of earth
air, we let go of this experience, this body on loan from elements and minerals
and earthly and other-worldly materials and move into the fourth dimension,
fifth, sixth, seventh, millionth or wherever our next adventure lies.
I hope I never take for granted the form I’m in, the forms
around me, the parts that I will never even get the chance to encounter because
I’m so limited in 3D.
Here for such a short time. Inside this shell we take for
granted.
May I recognize the dance I’m supposed to dance.
May I recognize the song I’m supposed to sing.
May I recognize the dreams I’m supposed to dream.
May I recognize the life I’m supposed to live.
Three dimensional nose that smells the pleasant and
unpleasant.
Three dimensional eyeballs that fit into sockets that allow
me to see in my own unique individualized colors and shapes.
Three dimensional fingers that let me feel the things that
we call “tangibles”.
Three dimensional heart that beats and pumps and
rhythmically and unrhythmically keeps me without sharp edges and hard corners so
that I can fluidly move through the pounding of this thing we call “life”.
Shape. Form. Substance. Always changing, moving towards
being without
this
that happens in
3D.
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