Cell Stories

Have you noticed the trails running through your cells?
Featuring uprightness, certainty, and love of a good tale.
Under some chords, they hum with sympathetic vibration.
And release an unknown substance growing white tendrils in the dark.
When a surprise trigger removes the cover, just a crack,
those roots reach out into the light of the ordinary day.

Don't you feel their trembling?
Their job has been to tell tales of long gone fights and slights.
Silence has not diminished their telling.
Admit it. The story is more interesting than the event.

This is not a call to reject this flow,
but to allow it to live without living as it.
The event arises and calls, not for embrace,
but acceptance. Know the difference.

An ordinary mind can learn to love freedom,
even in the midst of civil war.
Stand up to the cyclone which ensues
whenever ancient roots are brought to life.

Freedom blossoms for the courageous and attentive.