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I was at one with the All.
I shared each secret,
possessed all time
that was . . . or to be.
I was the reasons, beings
and things.
The tangible, intangible,
all me.
In a flash . . .
The idea/decision/enactment.
Then I tumbled,
drifted and dreamed,
in peace and wisdom,
relishing the waiting chamber,
the starting block,
. . . the womb.
Too soon, encountering
Its finiteness.
Resolute,
I pushed and wiggled,
to be free . . . to be born.
Then . . . arrival.
The surety of what was before
giving way to unknowns and needs.
My reveries into the previous,
frequently interrupted . . . crowded
by new contemplations,
by newness.
This curious existence
must soon demand
my full attention.
Already . . . I forget before,
for I am Newborn.
— Tekla A. Syers resides in Chicago as a student and teacher of metaphysics; smitten grandmother; dabbler in culinary arts; semi-retired fund development and nonprofit management consultant; and a craftswoman. She enjoys music and art in myriad forms and makes time to observe and reflect on why folks and things are as they are.
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