Who Are the Unconscious Ones?
Welcome to the sea, my friend
Who Are the Unconscious Ones?
He thinks it’s those who listen to NPR
The listener thinks it’s those who still eat meat
The eater thinks it’s those who donate to BLM
The donor thinks it’s those who drink Fireball neat
The drinker thinks it’s those who dress in drag
The dresser thinks it’s those who fly the flag
The flier thinks it’s those who buy fact-checker searches
The buyer thinks it’s worshippers in megachurches
The listener, the thinker
the worshipper, the drinker
the dresser, the flier
the donor, the buyer
Who are the unconscious ones?
Who are the unconscious ones?
She thinks it’s those who shop at Walmart
The shopper thinks it’s those who doubt two genders
The doubter thinks it’s those who follow Tucker
The follower thinks it’s abortion rights defenders
The defender thinks it’s those who question landing on the moon
The questioner thinks it’s those who’d abolish guns, and soon
The abolitioner thinks it’s shouters-down of censorship, so misled
The shouter thinks it’s those who trust Big Pharma, the WHO, the Fed
The shopper, the abolitioner
the follower, the questioner
the defender, the doubter
the truster, the shouter
Who are the unconscious ones?
Who are the unconscious ones?
I ask because I’m curious,
who gets to choose, how to decide
who truly are unconscious
in a collective infinity-wide
If being conscious means
never not positive
never not sure
never not certain,
always secure, then
We are all unconscious
We are all unconscious
me and you, us and them too
We are all unconscious
But if being conscious means
being present to all that is,
means asking of life what’s universal,
palms open to the answer it gives, then
Welcome to the sea, my friend
welcome to the sea
Welcome to falling overboard
into where I want to be
the opposite of shopping,
of eating, of drinking,
the flip-side of following,
of shouting, of thinking
an ocean of courageous souls
dog-paddling without a boat
allowing all the freedom of our breath
to lift one another afloat
Welcome to the sea, my friend
welcome to the sea
A bright new world is possible
if this conscious we can be
Welcome to the sea, my friend
welcome to the sea
We can all be conscious
if that’s what we choose to be
Well, that’s a lovely and uplifting musing to wake up to this morning! Beautiful, my friend. I’ll join you in the ocean.
Perfect, we are all in this together.