Tracy McPherson, US

 

 

Free Verse   Pondering Time   Pondering time is no longer linear so if it is indeed that etheric or imagined long-playing disc I have seen for so long How is there a Happy New Year? If time is everywhere at once are we just, as in the long-playing disc, digging the groove the stylus is in at the moment? Only named New Year because we have used up the twelve terms delineating or defining this passage of days? All the grooves carved into the disc by an eternal stylus the ridges that separated the grooves are collapsing the energy, history, music all rushes together like some great river cacophony, symphony, lullaby.     What If?   What if I were just an ordinary girl? What if I couldn't see those other lifetimes that influence you? What if I didn't hear your passed-over loved ones with messages for you? What if I didn't walk into a room and hear all the stories at once and see all the colors and pictures people and places you have been— what if I didn't hear Great Spirit or Angels talking to me— what if I didn't feel the pain or the joy of life— if I couldn't see the block that keeps you from experiencing your happiness or earning that degree or fulfilling that dream— if I didn't see and understand your karma and mine— would my life be easier? Would I be wealthier? What if I were slim and twenty-five again— what if I didn't know that God-Godess-All-That Is gifted me— would you be more able to accept me and love me— could you recognize the feeling of being loved and cherished— could you give that same energy to me? What is it about you that is so awful— that fills you with such fear of rejection that you can't love me? What if you had an open heart?