Our Evolution Begins (Songs of Eternity)

The Worlds of Humans by Carolina Arevalo

The Revolution that can be named is not the eternal evolution. The mask that can be worn is not the eternal name. The Nameless is the origin of reality and perception. While naming is the origin of the myriad things. Always desireless, you see the mystery. Ever desiring, you see the manifestations. These two are the mirror versions of each other. This sameness is the mystery, Mystery within mystery; The door to all marvels...

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Our evolution begins beyond the mind/body & space/time
It isn’t waiting anymore
Our evolution does not need approval or permission
It happens because it is happening in each being, neighborhood, village, city or town
at gatherings of tribes, fellow hackers, dreamers & tricksters
people at the market, on the bus
It is gradual and soft
It is spontaneous and loud
It is happening already
It is found in your computer, your phone, your gut, your legs, your multiplying cells
in the naked mouth of taut nipples and overflowing passion
Our evolution is swelling from the insatiable drumming of eternity
Our evolution is the heartbeat of the universe
Our evolution is the spark of life itself
Our evolution is willing to give everything for this
Our evolution is overthrowing the state of bliss
Of beauty so intense that no one, and i mean no one has the guts to name it
Our evolution will not be choreographed although it begins with a few familiar steps.
We let chaos take the lead, so that we can dance to the songs of eternity
Our evolution is not violent but it does not shy away from the dangerous edges where fierce displays of chaos tumbles into something new and beautiful
Our evolution is in this body,
In this mind, in this moment, in the eternal now
In these lips of bliss’ last kiss
In this endless sound of the dreamtime
Our evolution is
Connection not consumption
Passion not profit
Orgasm not ownership
Our evolution is of Gaia and her emissary ayahuasca
We come from her
For her, because of her
It understands that every time we frack or drill
Or burn or violate the layers of her sacredness
we violate the soul of our future
Our evolution is not ashamed to press our body down
On her mud floor in front
Banyan, Cypress, Pine, Kalyan, Oak, Chestnut, Mulberry
Redwood, Sycamore trees
To bow shamelessly to shocking yellow birds and rose blue setting skies, heart exploding purple bougainvillea and aqua sea
Our evolution gladly kisses the feet of mothers and nurses and servers and cleaners and nannies
And healers and all who are life and give life
Our evolution is every timeless moment
On bit of every piece of reality
And to those who carry ego-made burdens in and on their heads and backs and
hearts
Our evolution demands nothing
Expects the original essences, the deep nature of consciousness itself
Relies on trouble makers, anarchists, poets, shamans, seers, sexual explorers
Tricksters, mystic travelers, tightrope walkers and those who go too far and feel
too much,
Our evolution shows up unexpectedly
Triggered by cosmic giggles
It's not naïve but believes in miracles
Cannot be categorized targeted branded
Or even located
Offers clarity not prophecy
Is sparked by mystery and ecstatic wonder
Requires seeing, listening and feelings
Is not centralized though we all know where we’re going
It happens in stages and all at once
It happens where you live and everywhere
It understands that divisions are illusions
It requires sitting still and staring deep into the abyss
Go ahead
Latch onto beauty
So intense that it
Burns holes in your perception
Until your watching the last days
Of reality, and you become IT

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Inspired by Eve Ensler, Written by SatoriD, Performed by Meg Boardman, Music: Alexey Union - Amalthea, Infinite Imaginarium Production.