WHAT OF LOVE?
by Dionysos Maskaleris
Collected Writings
Light Approaching
the Unconscious
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My Visit
by Dion
If there is reincarnation
or better yet if I could visit briefly...
I would become a rock
so I could rest and just observe everything and perceive myself.
Then I would become fire
so I could burn fully with all my feelings.
Then I would become clouds
so I could travel crying and bringing joy over the Earth.
Then I would become wind and leaves in love
each moving in the other as a man and a woman.
Then I would become light and shadows
playing under swaying trees
always looking, never finding, forever touching.
Then I would become the ocean
thrusting myself upon the bosom of the world.
Then I would become a hummingbird
tasting ambrosia.
Then I would become an eagle
soaring forever with hardly a movement of wing.
Then I would become a computer looking for my humanity
not knowing I already have it.
Then I would become Hitler
to know we are all a little like him.
Then as a child dying of starvation.
Then as a billionaire feasting.
Then as a priest gunned down by uniformed men.
Then as a television set, to me everyone addicted.
Then as a bicycle sharing our freedom.
Then as a mother on my own trying to sustain my baby.
Then as a father thousands of miles parted from his son and his own father.
Then as my parents to truly know them.
Then as my son to truly be his friend.
Then as a sailor to travel the sea of existence.
Then as an actor to be adored.
Then as Jesus to feel the thorns and the caressing Light.
Then as collective unconscious thoughts touching minds.
Then as planets and stars living and dying
making love and giving birth.
Then I would become me
exactly me
as I am now with all my pain and joy
back to the moment of now that is eternity.
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