We Are Multitudes

To ponder what it took
To get us here, right now.
How the infinite multitude
Of causal events
In the theatre of
Universal happenings
Led us to the scene
Currently at play.

How perfectly imperfect
The dominoes fell,
As evolution moved through
The lexicon of consciousness.
From singular-celled
To complexities
Still too vast
To understand.

We are born ancient
With millions of years
Inhabiting our DNA.
Spores and seeds,
Pollen and eggs.
Our biological family
Extending to include
Everything biological.

We are born multitudes.
Lineages of lives
Lived fully,  extraordinarily.
With their ancestral stories
Imbedded within us;
Their geographies,
Mythologies,
Plights and triumphs.

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It is in our aloneness
That we find
We are not truly alone,
Yet we will
Only ever truly know
This aloneness
Which is
Ourselves.

And within ourselves.
There coexists
A multitude of selves.
The young self, the old self;
The remembered self, the projected self;
The female self, the male self;
The genderless self;
The loved self, the loathed self;
The lost self, the found self;
The distracted self, the meditating no-self;
The sober self, the intoxicated self;
The peaceful self, the vengeful self;
The depressed self, the inspired self;
The political self, the apathetic self;
The hungry self, the satiated self;
The selfish self, the martyred self...

All of our competing
Disparate selves
Co-inhabiting together
Vying for recognition.
This complicated relationship
Asks for
What all relationships
Ask for:

The gentle hand
Of compassion.
A gift
We can
Only give
To ourselves.