Things only astronauts have seen
Sights that split you wide open
That sense of awe and wonder
Where everything important falls away
Like a spend rocket stage
No earthbound entity can perceive
Space as anything but empty and
So stare into that void
And turn away from it
Here is the blue marble
Who among us is not an actor
Playing a role called Me
I’ve got this story about who I am
And what Me means.
There’s a pile of likes
Another of dislikes
And what I can get away with.
Then, curtains and applause.
Which is a huge wind in the ego-sails
That fades, deflates
Then the emptiness becomes harder
The story of who I am that I have
And tell myself, serves, to a point.
The places where it differs with reality
Are where all the problems lie, and
All the difficulties arise.
There are a thousand things the story says are ok
But they’re not.
Your heart knows, your head invents excuses.
In one of us, this battle is waged
But in a group of us, a team
A corporation, a government
Where is the Heart that knows what’s right?
20220119: inspired by earthweal https://earthweal.com/2022/01/17/earthweal-weekly-challenge-native-to-the-now/ and an Amazon documentary about William shatner. I was only a few months old when we landed on the moon.