Memory Of Consciousness
Memory is different from Consciousness;
one is a stream; the other, sporadic;
memories serve; the past to address;
sometimes, they appear dogmatic.
Consciousness; a stream that permanently flows;
looking ahead; but, not into the past;
moving, in time, into the future, it goes;
death assumes it’s not meant to last.
Memories are designed to live on, forever;
they’re shared by multiple souls;
they’re consciousness of each past endeavor;
so they must have important roles.
Memory is the library of all life experiences;
all stories of life, ever told;
shared by neighbors, across backyard fences;
forgotten, when they grow old.
Where do all of these memories finally go;
once all of their participants have died;
simple things, like messages in the snow;
and the time that a loved one cried?
What about the places, I once called home;
and all others, whose home I once shared?
They’ve all become past; now I’m alone;
and most are now gone, who cared.
Memories are Consciousness; looking upstream;
while the stream of life flows on ahead;
the rapids, we endured, remain a bad dream;
though death is not something to dread.
Consciousness, like memories will never die;
flowing undiminished into an unending sea.
You won’t lose anyone; so please don’t cry;
you’ll still be you; and I’ll still be me.
Monty 11/15/22. # 1,340