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.
