what and why do we?
is there something for to see
i feel no memory vibrating in me
nothing left by the queen bee
while she was in a mating spree
even if so briefly
a miracle as such
should surly insomuch
gift us initial touch
hidden in our memory hutch
if our minds truly are
the greatest computer created
should I not then be able to retrieve
all the memories that created me?
to feel the warmth
to feel no anger no fear, no resentment
to feel the miracle happening
temperatures rise and fall
the walls move in and out
then there it is
the one seed that is meant only for me
other cells peacefully disburse
leaving the dance floor open for the transformation
only what was meant to be will be created
one becomes two becomes four becomes eight
till a dotted spine appears
two large eyes, webbed fingers, little toes
floating softly, hearing, sensing
we do not retrieve this memory as our birthday gift
that moment when turbulence forces us out
perhaps that is why I am so drawn to the ocean
could that be where our memories are stored?
why it pulls at my umbilical cord
why the sound of its movement calms me
could that be my memory
my birth day?
listening to Dan Evenson’s Sound Healing.