When falling, failing going down in life,
knowing we are dying or
wondering if we are,
We that do not believe in any Deity
any superior or God being
will find ourselves reaching
then pulling back in pride
(no such thing exists
let it go
die with dignity and just go…).
A Believer will gleefully see this as an admission that there are not true non believers,
that everyone deep down BELIEVES in a god
(but which god oh gleeful believer?
with so many in present and past to choose from!)
There is that triumphant PROOF in The Reaching that there are no true non believers and that we all have a god belief inside us.
They could not be more wrong…
There is something PRIMAL in all of us that does not want to die,
to anonymously disappear after having breathed but a half sigh in the life of a planet.
There is a DESPERATION that when down,
we ALL reach out a hand
A hand in a universal life affirming gesture of simply,
“I want to live”.
THAT is the Reaching.
We reach for life as we did as we lived.
It is the highest aspect of our humanity to simply WANT to continue and go on.
It is why we looked to the stars so long ago
above the bodies of those we loved
not ever wanting to truly let them go
and wished upon the many stars
that those we loved
lived up there… rising into that endless dark with that simple last breath.
There is a desperation that makes us reach
to want to live
and in doing so,
WANT to believe that the Hero will save the day
to ride down from the stars on a mighty steed and pick us up and ride into the heavens with us giving us eternal life…
Instead of what we so logically know is here
and fear to be now:
A last breath and the body returns to the planet whence it came.
From out of the womb of one mother
into the womb of another
as rotting flesh that turns to other life nourishing dirt.
Ashes to Mother
Rotting flesh to Mother.
We all return
but in desperation we want those last thoughts
those last … Reachings,
to find a down reaching hand and pull our life force out and up.
With others we so toxically hate,
we wish for a hand to reach and pull a life force screaming into some opposite more painful place.
In the end perhaps,
We reach for our mother.
We reach for that comforting emotional/spiritual womb from which we came and before that,
That OTHER womb from which we have all come from,
our planet mother.
In the end perhaps,
We may reach for a mother
of myth, culture and imagination,
begging the energy that breathed us moment by moment
please let me continue
this last breath.