Fireflies
From the Book, Unworthy Lives, Pages 58-59
Copyright © 1998, 2007
Jason Lester Atkins
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Virginia Beach, VA 23454
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Outside our shed of death
we are floating free:
As fireflies born in spirit fire,
we can know and see
our bodies piled like potatoes
beside the opened door:
Slowly surrendering our clinging consciousness,
slowly surrendering our powers of will,
we know we are not alone:
We are like a million fireflies,
sailing on golden wings,
flinging our bodies at the moon ...
We are joining a sky ballet
streaming toward the Stars of Islam:
Dancing into the Light of Lord Christ:
Flying before the alters of The Buddha:
Flying toward the higheset mountains of Moses:
Joining our common reincarnation that will never end:
Maria chooses to fly away,
joining a beckoning sky
of irrestible yellow lemon light,
so filled with overpowering love,
it must beam direct to us
from God's great golden eye:
But today, I choose to stay
in this place without time or space,
where it will always be my birthday:
Where I will always be Elfriede,
clinging to my slowly draining worldly consciousness:
choosing not to go into the flow of lemon light:
At this very door to Heaven,
I choose to stay and tell Mama
what is happening on my birthday:
Still clinging to my conscious soul,
I am watching soldiers carting wagons
filled with tiny children dolls to our dining room ...
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