Primordial (a poem)

I am the tramp who wanders American backroads

I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry

I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab

I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth

I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff

I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest

I am the space-dust that destroys satellites

I am made of earth & clay

I am Adam

I am primordial

I am the ego of the Founding Fathers

I am the rumbling thunder

I am the mountain snow-caps

I am the drunken driver starving in the Nevada desert

I am the comet that crashes into your living room

I am death

I am life

I am your worst fears

I am your only hope


(Photo by Sirma Krusteva on Unsplash)

Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by the poetry of Allen Ginsburg, who I’ve been reading lately. The poem is also inspired by a book I read recently called I Am That I Am by Francis Dale Bennett. In the book, Bennett (a former Trappist monk) explores the mystical dimensions of Christianity fused with Eastern practices. He encourages readers to go beyond the self and see the kingdom of God dwelling within. The concept is nothing new, but I’ve been using the mantra “I Am” during times of mental disturbance to keep myself in the present moment. The book talks about how we search for happiness everywhere, but it already dwells within.

Also, I hope the poem is not offensive. I guess my point in sharing it is that we all (possibly) have seeds of the divine within us, from a drunk driver to a bus driver to inanimate objects like space dust and thunderstorms. The idea of the poem is to try (feebly) to go beyond duality.

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