The Meaning of Dancing Rocks

Our home, one of many.

A giant rock

hurtling through an

infinite void

looping its

cosmic dance year after year

with millions more to come.

And while our rock dances along cosmic highways of matter,

so dance many more

'round different stars

to the farthest fringes of our galaxy.

This cosmic dance

holds each and every planet

every rock

within its embrace.

This,

the natural flow of existence.

By standing the test of time

slowly gathering tiny rocks

creating a larger whole

these worlds slipped

into eternal routes of song

and dance

as nature required of them, and them of nature.

To fail natures demands

they will collide with their star

their "sun"

or instead

fly off into the void of space

remnant star dust

to dance

alone

in the dark

until the starlight fades from view

leaving only

the void.

I am 19 years old now

19 full dances 'round the sun

and I find myself drifting back

to the world beyond our home planet.

The world of many worlds

stars and their rocks.

I long for the ignorance of childhood

It's the joy of living freely.

Adulthood's professionalism has not yet begun

to scream into ones ears.

The bliss I once loved

the only priority

mirroring the swing dance steps that other worlds used

to dance 'round their stars

not going too near

or too far.

To me

at that time

was Meaning.

Perceiving and intuitively understanding

the senses

decoded inputs from reality

Messages from the deep.

Meaning from the unknown.

Times change

as they tend to do

19 dances later

complexity equates truth.

Childish intuition is the power of a shaman

if born where shamans are.

The laughter known only to a child

and the far aged memories of an adult

teach Meaning to be

nothing more

than decoding reality's

sensory transmissions.

Contentedness with existence within there lies.

But to decode

one needs quiet.

And The Modern World Is...

Noisy.

Gas prices skyrocket.

living expenses grow

leaving many behind

unable to pay their existence fee.

Loans and debt

creep into the worlds of many

with a slithering whisper

"You need us."

Separation of

church and state

Mean less

and become meaningless.

Bullets once more

rip the flesh from the

bones of our

fellow dancers.

Another war for territory

fueled by ego

while the silent devils of

atomic destruction

wait

desperately

to ignite in glory

the flash and fire

of mad men

armed with red buttons

prizes of pursuits

of ego

validation

and power.

How can one enjoy

the dance of

the rocks

among the floods

of noise?

of worry?

To understand

To be

To love

are found

in silence.

Seven billion humans.

Seven billion souls.

All needing the same nutrition

to grow variations of contentment.

In one of many human eras am I

Many battles overcome

Many more to come.

Our lives as hunter gatherers

learning to survive harsh winters

brutal heat waves

a lack of prey.

A growing population and

nowhere to stay

The birth of new

settlements

Permanent housing

crop fields

and agriculture.

The discovery of new and powerful technology

the industrial revolution

needing to advance with

or beyond our adversaries.

Cannot fall behind.

Navigating the Great Depression

World Wars I and II.

The Cold War

humanity on the verge of extinction.

Among these giants

our era seems

well...

boring.

But as an enemy learns

grows

evolves

it's plans overcome it's adversaries.

Peace is a mask for a greater evil.

The war for souls.

Not fleshly bodies

but conscious experiences

The ability to find Meaning.

The right to clarity of mind.

This is the soul.

Our war stands as its own.

Far less visceral than the giants before us

Identified only by those who look deep

into their habits and vices

and ask themselves

"Why can I not find peace?"

It stays silent

Knowledge of its existence is

the antidote

to it's infection.

Which is why it is so dangerous.

For if it is not seen

it is not happening

and if it is not happening

then we all frantically dance along slowly warping under its

whispers until the soul corrodes

and we forget

how to dance at all.

This is my place in this world.

I am one of many

trying to exist happily

with meaning

while the world deploys its antics of

noise

color

advertisements

news filled with a sum zero of good

and social media

molding the minds of its users however

its artificial intelligence algorithm

pleases.

A false dance.

The noise grows louder.

So too must our will to retain our souls

our headspace

so that we may once again

dance among the Earth and

her rocky neighbors

flying through the cosmos above, around, and below us.