if we were transparent as jellyfish

we could see the secret fire
that lights us from within
could witness the neural nets pulsing
with signals from digit tips
into the massive conglomerate
back and forth
activating the endocrine system
cells humming in concordance

if we were transparent
perhaps we would know and
we could feel
the electric flow inside
and honor this brief foray
of fundamental elements
into life with reverence
for ourselves and one another
we could see the vast perfection
of the form given to us
and recognize the true nature
of our being instead of having our light
smothered by the overriding density
of fleshy sensation

then we could listen to
the silent plea issued
across the vital sun-warmed air
and through the secret moonlit night
to be seen and heard
beyond the wrappings
and the trappings
of our opaqueness


© 2002 Melissa Songer