August 9 2018

Life school

The learning began when the clock struck

And the class got up

I ran out the door to my friends in the halls

And then only then did my class start at all

I learned in the ways people spoke to each other with glee

Or behind another’s back with disdain or judgment

And then ultimately tuning into my own reverie

A pulsating stimulating vibrating hum

That strummed all through the day as my classes went on

The learning began when I could open my voice, sing or dance or practice for the play

The books became words that were losing their meaning... just reading day after day

I would write essays by flipping to pages and finding key reasonings

That somehow strung together some form of melodic concrete logical accurate readings

I got through school paying so little attention

To the things being taught that had so little resonance

Instead I would online message my friends during class and evade the discussions

Popping a comment in every now and again to keep appearances running.

My relationships became my classroom

My identity relied on them

As well as the pulsing I felt under the desk while a teacher dawned on about the renaissance,

Part of me felt it alive in those moments and couldn’t understand why we weren’t making love in motion

Why we were just learning about times passed

Instead of making memories that will last

I’ve forgotten almost every class from

High school

What would life be if

We spent those pivotal years engaged in our life’s purpose of feeling our joyous discoveries

That instead of wasting time to become one of the masses

We were given space to create

And express exactly what wants to come through our gates

What if every child had a play room

And could try and extrapolate

Explain, externalize, synthesize and encapsulate just how the interior of their experience exists

And see how fast and rich this whole life is

That every being be it far and wide

Has a different way of interacting with their insides

Oh how curious it all could be

If instead of learning about someone’s version of the past

We all learned from the differences in how we see

In how we perceive this precious now

And how to expand the notions of possibility

And just how

Beautiful

This all could be

If we could see the

Truths that mull

Around in the depths of every human being on this planet

Oh what a gift that would be!

The lessons began when I drift into sleep

And I see how infinite my mind has the potential to reach

What if school

Fostered this insatiable insurmountable incomprehensible consciousness

That can fly to the furthest Galaxies

And into the microcosmic axis’s

What if the question became the inquisition,

Rather than wasting time learning about the conquistadors and the acquisitions

Of the creation of this world with walls

And borders and power running rampant down the halls

What if we sit with all that’s been conjured

And find the way inside

Back to the birthplace of all wonders

And ponder

How did we get here

What else can we do

What on earth is possible

When riteous achievement isn’t at the forefront of every discussion

What does it matter what grade I got on a test

If I don’t dream about how to love myself until every cell vibrates to the max

Exploding and every expanding into this present now, I wish everyone called upon life’s rich and plentiful lessons

And valued them as much as the institutions ratings and systemic progressions

Instead of heart pumping, blood reeling realizations that bring me deeper into my existence as I spiral into my essence

The lessons began when I paused to think

About how I knew myself and how I got where I did

When I looked to nature to admire our similarities

When I forgot who I was and remembered the vastness of what is has been will be and was

When I count my blessings rather than craving more

Life school will continue until the days are done

Valuing each and every lesson exactly as it comes.