Memory

[monoandy]

Some days I mourn the memory of all I have forgotten.
Of all the pieces lost among the rubble
of the destroyed
and all the future I have yet to unfold.

Knowing time as mere device of separation and sensing
the presence of awareness lurking at the limits,
leaking information in moments that dissolve

into puddles I fall for
tumble towards
lose within my grasp a thousand times a dream.

And yet the feeling persists that I myself
planted these wisdom kernels in boxes,
swept under couches,
placed behind experiences
to create a scavenger hunt of recovery.

I myself have blurred my own vision of reality
as a sacrifice to matter,
the senses,
the manifestation of entropy.

It is the healing I have come here for,
the very process of mending is my souls desire.
And having all the answers would surely think me too lofty
to be torn apart and watch the darning.

So through ignorance I am plunged
through pain I am opened
on this path I am walking while wisdom wanders by
and some day I hope to celebrate all that I once knew
with the joy of those who do not need to remember.