Once More

by Nick Andrea

Good morning world,
I’m lost again today,
having thought
yesterday
my soul had been
unfurled.

Always searching for that
stamp
of approval
I get squeamish
at the thought of its
removal.

But truthfully this fool
can hold onto
nothing
any day
I guess, then
I’ll have to stand
on this unseen
branch,
again today.

I’m lost, today,
the ground has
disappeared
from my way

Which way I am to go
I cannot say
Won’t you, God, please
show me once more,
How I am to play?

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About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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One Response to Once More

  1. Bill Walz says:

    See if this helps –
    Born to have a human experience,
    not a squirrel’s, a daffodil’s or a bird’s,
    The Flowing River of Universal Energy
    contracts to a one,
    humbly, awkwardly, vulnerably emerging
    with the first breath inhaled.
    Air and earth combine,
    animated with the spark of The One,
    a story begins, the story of one.
    A human being begins,
    lost in the teeming, bumping, yearning, struggling,
    loving, hating, striving, hoping, despairing
    sea of humanity, all looking for their place.
    Insecure, often afraid, sometimes
    full and triumphant, then again,
    beset by incompleteness, frustration, fear.
    Growing, learning, striving, asking:
    “Is this my place?” “Is this my place?”
    So many to challenge for “the place.”
    So many to sow confusion about
    what is “the place?”
    The one who struggles,
    the one who seeks,
    has never been taught
    of the One who already,
    always is the place –
    This watcher, this experiencer
    that is the experience,
    not the one chasing after experience,
    chasing after place. –
    We must come to know
    the One who is more than one,

    who is the One watching
    this human experience.
    And if from birth the watcher is an ancient one,
    they carry the knowing of I Am,
    and they live their human experience
    struggling to remember what they already know.
    And if they seek the quiet, the still voice within,
    the remembering occurs,
    and the human experience carries
    less and less angst, less and less suffering,
    more and more knowing the place
    is here, right where I always am .
    There is an awakening into I AM
    who was not born,
    who does not die.
    The KNOWING grows,
    the place is HERE,
    the HERE that is the
    flowing energy of the Universe – everywhere.
    And when their story of one comes to its last breath,
    in the last exhalation there is a sigh – “Home.”
    And The River takes them back to
    The One they had never left.
    And when time and space
    and soul are ready,
    from The One,
    again the soul sets out
    to experience being one –
    A squirrel, a daffodil, a bird,
    a human being,
    swirling, dancing in The One
    that looks like many.

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