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 59. Alone
Missing human
Contact
And feeling
Alone in the world
Isn't quiet the
Same thing.

I don't know
What being
Alone is
For anyone
Else.

Today I could
Hear human
Beings creaking
The floor boards
Above my
Head as they
Moved about
In the world
Above,
But never saw them.
I saw their
Electronic
Fingerprints
In the virtual
World,
But never
In my physical
Presence.
Whether they
Were around the
World or around
The corner,
Made absolutely
No difference.

I was physically
Alone in my room
Today.

But I am not
Sure
That is what
People mean
When they say
They feel alone.

I can remember
When I was a
Teenager
And I could
Be there at church
In a crowd
Sitting in a chair
Against the wall
And feel the
Aloneness of not
Having anyone
There
Understand me.
How alone
I felt…
Even though
I was physically
Surrounded.

I can remember
Being in high school,
And no one
Understanding
How deep
I really was,
And feeling
Alone
Everyday.

Those are
Such distant
Memories now.

Then I turned
16,
& everything
Changed.
The conversation
With my Beloved
Began,
And being
Alone,
Became a thing
Of the past.

Though I do
Go through
Periods
Where I want
Someone with
A body
Dangit!

I sit here
In the dark
In my room
Alone,
And I can feel
The sea of humanity,
The state of my
Friends,
Beloveds,
In all directions…
As if I were
There with them,
Blessing and curse
All in one.

It is an illusion,
A barrier of
The mind & spirit
That there is
Such a thing
As Alone,
Because I can
Feel you
There,
Wrapped in a
Cocoon of your
Own making,
As I sit here,
Knowing you
Feel,
Feeling what you feel
Here,
As you
Sit there…
Alone.

We are amazing
Beings,
Capable of
Being aware
Of this connection
And choosing
Not to
As instructed
From the days
Of our birth,
Our awareness
Is constructed…
And not from
The most enlightened
Of beings,
But from those
Who are stumbling
Around in the dark
Of humanity
Just doing the best
They can do.
Our parents
Weren't exactly
Given instruction
Manuals.

We are
All of us
Cells inside
Of a great body
Called Earth,
& we live
Inside this being
Like a child
In a womb
Thinking ourselves
As being
Alone,
We are not,
Because the
Umbilical chord
Is never not
There…
Connecting us,
We have simply
Stopped being
Aware of its
Presence.

So much
Connects us,
Earth,
Air,
Fire,
Water,
Spirit,
EMF fields…
Alone
Is a construct
Because we
Are powerful
Magicians
& Sorcerers,
Creators,
& Artists,
Of our lives,
We are the Masters
& the Makers.

We Alone
Have the power
To change
How we see
And feel the world
We have created
For ourselves.
It is our only
Power
& our greatest
Power,
Alone.


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