When we look at the stars do we see the same thing?
Of course we both see Orion
Cassiopeia, Ursus Minor, Taurus
But the feeling we get, is that the same?
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Do you ever think we are all synced?
There’s some sort of primal energy in the air
Like a metronome ticking its ticks
And we become attune to it?
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Weeks where everyone seems down
Wednesdays that feel like Fridays
To not just you,
But everyone around you
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Moments when everything is still
Branches, birdsong, dogs
Moments when everything is alive with fire
Forests in a storm, sparrows in a flock
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Maybe that’s our sixth sense
A power reader lodged next to our hearts
Or our hippocampus
Or our knee
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We are all slaves to routine aren’t we?
Whether it be the week,
The turning of the earth,
The phase-shifts of the moon
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The spring of new friendships
The stretched out days in between
The autumnal ends of old relationships
The cold embrace of death
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Kindred spirits waiting to be kindled
Paths waiting to be path-found
Adventures awaiting to be re-adventured
Conversations ready to be conversed
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Maybe I’m just making all this stuff up
I have a knack for rambling
Perhaps we are just limited to our five senses
Or possibly, like a flicker in the darkness –
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there’s something deeper.
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We cannot change anything unless we accept it.
~Carl Gustav Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul
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