Crying?

One does not weep sad tears for what one has not lost.
You have met with a paradox and yet the universe has not exploded
Because love is the only thing that can navigate the absence of space time
If I must teach anything it is that we exist within a message
To ourselves
To each other
On bands of thought
Irrelative to what our senses detect
It is there, believe me.
This energy, this silent mass is as undeniable as still air
Embrace it not, but allow it to embrace you
Show it to yourselves
It seeks you
You must be willing to yield to its power
Give your noise a place in the corner far from what you care to witness
That we are so much more than body
We are eternal
And the earth holds onto our memory
It is the great recorder of history
It is the redeemer of the truth
It is our only mother
It is what we must accept or we will be sucked back into her womb
And torn apart so that a new more enlightened creature may see more clearly
Why are you afraid?
Does not a mother’s love conquer all fears
Is it not what we cry out for even when we do not say the word
When we recognize that we are still babes
Because we have never left her arms in search of a new understanding
That the singularity is our father
That it is the seed for all things
That it will punish us accordingly for our complacency
For our unwillingness to leave the nest
It is our birthright to learn and to explore
This holy creation
And yet we still deny ourselves of this manifest destiny
In exchange for our mother’s milk
To suckle her until she is emaciated
What ignorance burdens us so much that we refuse to accept
That their is no end to what has come before and what will come after
We are children of children of children
And we are not alone
I promise you the endless worlds harbor so many
Some who have grown beyond our understanding
And some that struggle for serendipitous mutations
Why you would want to deny this is a mystery to me
If we do not listen to its frequency and understand that we are doing it wrong
We will be recycled into a more reasonable species
One who is born with wings
Who does not need the air
and the land
and the seas.
One that is a cosmic constant
This species is a memory of what once was
Of us, removed but ever present
Except we didn’t evolve long enough to sense it
To sense ourselves
And we become a frequency detached from sentience
We become dark energy.
Do not let this fate befall us
Let us evolve
Let us mutate willingly
So we do not lose what was once ours
Ourselves
Each other
Bound by nothing
Unbridled
Unkept
Forever