Life as Improv

There are limitless ways,

thank god,

to choose.

We took on the options

(all of them)

when we agreed to breathe.

What if we are not alone in this endeavor,

or powerless at all, but

able to access unlimited power

in our earthly play?

Wall sockets seem the closest humans can

mimic, right now,  of power in the material,

yet unseen through ball and socket eyes

could be a source available in the space

which includes us,

which enlivens us,

(high or low or a million ways of in between),

only ever limited within our single units,

when we forget what’s here,

not outside of us.

How else could we be here,

put together with a trillion

systems coordinated beyond our control,

our brains and fingernails composed of quarks,

or some quivering basis for matter,

chemistry, physics, and biology, and more

and much much more,

cocktailed into us, mysterious us?

Do we have any choice even if

our very being is beyond our understanding?

Today, I say, breathe deep into possible power

because why not?

This morning, it seems, the choice:

to plug in or not.

What if we distract ourselves not

with the power blackouts

of shallow living?

Every choice, in every moment,

powering us up or draining us down, then perhaps–

We can experiment with

the toggle nature of this freedom–

and find that

this equation is true:

∞   x   ∞

If I can plug into

that which powers all

by my simplest of choices

in each moment,

well, then,

choiceless choosing has

pronging me

plugging in to wallless outlets,

finding that we are the ones

letting there be light

down here.

Tags: breath, energy, Poetry