Thursday, May 21, 2015

Migration of Souls

czribou migration photo by Rachel Kobernick

Millions of Monarch butterflies,
fluttering tag-teams,
cross thousands of miles
to journey to their
place of origin.
A million wildebeeste cross the Serengeti,
propelled along ancient, instinctive pathways.
Caribou traverse the northern wilds
along a route they have followed
for millennia.
Grey whales swim, their babies by their sides,
 along the western coast,
from birthing to feeding grounds,
such a long journey.

And seven billion human souls
are making their own migration from birth to death,
trekking the mountainous reaches,
stumbling across deserts,
treading water, floundering,
searching for and finding
one's own circadian rhythm
in the fluctuating cadences 
of life's waves

Each soul is heading out
on a route honed by instinct
and a thousand years of prayerful travel,
towards the Portal of Mystery
at life's end,
driven forward by a force 
far greater than ourselves,
an unstoppable journey
through All That Is
towards a finite point
we cannot fathom,
when we will slip out of our cocoon,
and don wings,
our souls taking flight
into Whatever Comes Next.

12 comments:

  1. When this poem first turned to the humans from the animal and insect worlds, I thought of the Rohungya (SP?) of Burma--refugees in wooden boots turned back to genocide by sea! We all, in our less deadly walks, are also mortal and on a time worn path, as you say. I wish we could all slip out of a cocoon to be angels on earth! Bravo!

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  2. This is a spectacular poem Sherry. It made me feel so grateful for this journey in which I continue to exand until I reach the next expansion into more mystery.

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  3. A wonderful depiction of souls migrating to a better place :D loved these lines:

    Each soul is heading out
    on a route honed by instinct
    and a thousand years of prayerful travel,
    towards the Portal of Mystery
    at life's end,

    Beautifully penned..!
    Lots of love
    Sanaa

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  4. We all migrate one way or another...butterflies as well as humans. Some apt comparisons here.

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  5. I love the journey of life. But I do hope that one day, I can slip the mortal coil into that great journey beyond. I imagine it will be a grand new adventure.

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  6. towards our ultimate migration...so picturesque....

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  7. 'our souls taking flight
    into Whatever Comes Next'
    Beautiful!

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  8. searching for and finding
    one's own circadian rhythm
    in the fluctuating cadences
    of life's waves.

    That's beautiful, Sherry.

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  9. Well done, Sherry...a wonderful write. I'm going to keep a copy of this on my computer's desktop, so that I can return to it often.
    Luv, K

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  10. all of us are of dirt, but most forget, and dishonor that, don't we? ~

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  11. You leave me without comment. A beautiful and amazing piece of writing. I am almost breathless.
    Brilliant!

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