Poem: Everything And All Becomes Profound

Everything And All Becomes Profound

I am in the kitchen,
at the sink,
doing dishes.

“C’mon, wake up – it’s time,” my mother says.

Her eyes are piercing me.
Her will is pulling me.

“What?” I blink and grope for focus.

Then, like the shutter of a camera
clicking slowly into place
at low-light speed,
I know what she means.

A strongly apprehensive “no”
comes from a muted almost-darkness,
then uncontrollably gives way
to a higher aperture
and a rising, yearning “yes.”

There it is…
It is the moment when everything and all becomes profound.

I know what she means,
and I want to…
wake up.

In a flash, I am someone new… yet not.

It flickers inside me –
my ancient voice –
and it is so very familiar.

There is a sense of wonder.
There is a sense of “I remember.”
And I know what she means.

I take you one step further, dear Descartes.
I know therefore I am.
And what I am is…
conscious.

It is a sudden but softly quiet transition without herald –
no church bells clanging,
no glorious sunrise,
no electric lightning storm.

I am in the kitchen,
at the sink,
doing dishes.

Now there is nothing I can call mundane
as everything and all becomes profound.

–Angela Loëb; © 2013

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Angela Loëb helps people rediscover and use their gifts so they bring who they really are to what they do in life. http://about.me/angelarloeb
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