Evolutionary Command

I’m filled with a terrible beauty,

So deep I could cry.

My heart is as magnificent as

The cleaning lightning storm — 

Suddenly violent an dramatic,

Shocking and true.

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This feeling overwhelms the space

With a benevolent shifting,

A ripping and tearing of

Foundations of a ‘self’.

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It’s the pressure of dark,

A deep ocean of gentleness,

That which un-conditions

And only feeds when hungry,

Ravenous for an experience

Of soft wind and the glow of sunlight,

Unmuted,

But changed in tone and color

When it passes through the forest

Of patient giants,

Green and old,

They have forsaken thoughts

For a deeper knowing.

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As I am,

I surrender to this feeling,

This mover of mountains,

For what else would I do?

Resist? For millions of years?

No, that's a way to be overridden

By the desires of Nature,

Tossed to the side and declared

A 'step in the ladder',

Rather than the ladder itself.