To Lay in A Meadow

I came to the land to lay in a meadow.

A place where I could lay my burdens down. I found my place in the tall grass and attempted to remember the time before inception. 

The time when all that mattered was holding space in the grand scheme. Before chemical reactions influenced the outcomes, before knowledge, time, future, or past.

I came to the land to lay in a meadow.

To trace the journey of how !!

How we, that come from nothing came to believe that we are everything.

How some of us remembered to honor the unknown and give reverence to
the life that sustains.

How did some of us become the snake, eating its tail and believe that nothing existed
until it shed its skin?

In the meadow I floated up from my carcass and allowed the weightlessness of ignorance to guide me into memories of formation, loving, family, community, safety, and power.

As I lay the memory came, that it was arrogance that taught the
human power and dominance.

The human who realized that the order could be altered and made to give pleasure and pain. Some called it consciousness and others sin. 

Still, others stayed close to the land in their nakedness, remembering and honoring the dust and ashes from which they were planted and grew.

It is these humans that still remember that darkness can be tender, that the oceans and trees breathe, that the lion and the lamb can lay together,
that air and water are the true gods.

I came to the land and lay in a meadow remembering the suffering of my ancestors.

To remember that tyranny always dies and that fear is truly the root of hate .  

The snake knows that once its tail has been swallowed, there is no blame to be laid except to its last memory of nothingness.

I came to the land to lay in a meadow.

A place where I could lay my burdens down.

I found my place in the tall grass and attempted to remember the time before inception.