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KEEPIN’ ON

Published March 1, 2022 by Nan Mykel
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           KEEPIN’  ON

Don’t say why, say how.

Why presupposes an

unattainable degree

of reason, as in truth.
 

Happiness happened

in graduate school, with

wonder and growing edges

always in process,
 

Connecting in the same

tongue searching for the

how, puzzled  by all the

unsolved mysteries
 

All the learning not

yet used!  The flying bishop,

prophetic dreams, who,

what when where how
 

The tip of the plow

still unearthing that

which might be now

or in the future.
 

Could quantum mechanics,

going with the flow, free us

to occupy a niche in

our haunted cave?
 

I’m still curious and

not willing to leave my

lust for understanding

back with my bones.
 

Should that occur, I shall

go out hollering and hope

to transition into someone

else’s Muse.

COVID REVERIE

Published January 29, 2022 by Nan Mykel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Nan

COVID REVERIE

Snow is on the ground

I am snug in bed

What will I feel

When I am dead?

 

The child’s stark cry

Of where did she go?

Still puzzles me

I just don’t know

 

Gone in a second

Quick as a blink

I won’t have words

With which to think

 

Go with the flow

I can’t tell me

What’s the good of

A college degree?

 

Ha! don’t I wish that…

Memory was gone

Bad things said and

bad things done.

 

Bad is a word and

I won’t have those

But tears are wet

As everyone knows

 

What am I made of

Not sugar and spice

Maybe crawdads and

Poo and not a thing nice

 

But bereft of a heart

I can still feel.  Yes I can

And sense old friends

In La La Land

 

Lacking ears to hear

Or heart to pound

I can still make out the

Celestial sound

 

We lost a lot

When words came to stay

And nibble away knowing

The old fashioned way.

 

Dead, I am mycelium

A piece of the whole

No lungs but I breathe

An old old soul

 

Dead to the world

I live with old friends

Who welcome me back

Again and again.

 

 

Nan   January 29, 2022

AN Oldie — At Heaven’s Gate

Published December 5, 2021 by Nan Mykel

 

 

 

 

AT HEAVEN’S GATE

What do you really hope for
after death pulls the shade
on you?  To remember?
How we value our consciousness,
our me-ness!
Perhaps we re-emerge with the womb.
Would that be progress?
Who said anything about progress?
Was it AmWay?
Were we meant to always
be separate?
What does meant mean, anyway?
I wouldn’t opt for hell, but not to
be disrespectful I don’t want to be
dandled on another father’s knee
forever, either. (What a mouthful, “forever.”)
Do I really want to be alone forever?
(Just not with some people, I guess.)
While I don’t want Groundhog Day
every lifetime, is it all downhill
after this?  Back to an atom after
Beethoven?
I won’t care any more. They say I’d better
“let go” or stay on as a ghost.
Dust to dust.  Hey! I’m in here!
Like sleeping, they say.  But no dreaming?
What do you want to dream about forever?
The past? The future? The eternal now?
Maybe we’ll lightly settle on a higher plain.
(Higher than what? Lower than what?)
A small voice inside says, “Hey.
I want outta here.”  But not really.
If I really had my druthers
I would like to be welcomed back by
those many lives who have shared my
soul in ages past, to embrace and
melt into a reunion, at long last
home again, for now.
   Nan  Mykel   2015

SHATTERED BOUNDARIES

Published March 2, 2016 by Nan Mykel

fractal-136113_1280 design in passionate colors, Pixabay, Public Domain

A 21ST CENTURY WOMAN LEAVES HER BODY BEHIND

This fictionized novel builds upon centuries of beliefs of Hinduism and the Kabbalah to the effect that one’s spirit form can leave the body and travel, more recently referred to as OOBES (out-of-body-experiences).   The ability to leave her body follows a near-death experience, after having been struck by lightning.  She reads the literature on the phenomenon, and learns that it is dangerous  to stay away from the corporeal body for too long a time. However, she has become involved in situations that demanded her (invisible) participation, and when she finally returns to her home, she finds that  her funeral is in progress.

AN EXCERPT:

Night sounds grow fainter and she becomes aware that she is flying–or being flown–once more, and that she is surrounded by all manner of shapes and forms. Of course that is the question: Are they life forms or death forms?  Living or dead? They extend to the horizon, in all directions, but there is space between them. Some of the beings are entering or leaving what appear to be vast portals…Wherever this may be, there is no welcoming committee.

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