while a gifted moon,
doing her job, happens
like clockwork in a dark-blue sky.
I remember
sperm and egg
- that we (luminous beings) - occur -
and then enter a given old name.
Not our Truth –
no - that’s a frying pan flaring
suddenly – forging up and out
one day - when we remember to recall,
beyond a social club, our One Real Name.
Very nice...I always have to read poems multiple times because I am more of a linear thinker. This one made me think and I BELIEVE you are talking the cycle of life and self awareness...let me know if it got it right!!!
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