Fulgarite

A Poem about being. And Being. and Being.

I was a grain of sand lying for millennia.

Tiny, infinitesimal, tossed about here and there by the waves.

Tossed about here and there by the ways.

Silent, crumpled inward.

Untold epochs of silence, of calm and of forgetting.

Of knowing only the limits of my sand body, my simple sand existence.

ID: a highly magnified photo of sand, including shell bits and glass formations in many colors.

One day lightning struck, and I was fused into glass, all the world illuminated.

I leapt from the shore into a spectacle of light, my heart burned open,

I was fused with the Stars becoming their dancer, their singer, their leaping silver fish. Becoming a giant with eyes of tourmaline,

I spread out across the sky tumbling amongst you all,

Remembering my long lost siblings

Who looked on me with bemusement,

As they never get tired of when we return, and remember everything,

Find our family again, burn with scintillating simcha.

They say, I can’t wait to introduce you to our mother, and you’ll remember.

It’s time now to fly with the very wings of night wherever you please.

To dissolve your holy body upon the face of the Sun, and be ever more alive.

To dance the ecstasy of destruction, the glory of crumbling.

To dive into the ending and come out beginning, like people going in and out of the sea.

Like seeds in a compost pile, you will know death and life, they are all yours.

You will burn, sing, create, feast in the starry halls with your brethren,

Know joy down to your last electron.

ID: Fulgarite: glass shapes formed by lightning strikes on beach sand. It is branched like a coral and white.

And whenever you choose, you may become a grain of sand again.

Singular, unique.

Or something else.

A human being.

Or something.

And you will often lie small and alone, lost, feeling small, like you are no one.

And you will wait, and you will wait, and you will wait until you forget everything but the waiting.

And you will wait some more.

Untold Millenia.

You will think there is truly nothing else.

But one day the lightning will come for you again.

You will leap from the shore into a spectacle of light.

Those who walk there the next day will find that fused glass shapes litter the beach,

The story of your former self left behind.

But nothing more.

ID: Magnified sand in colors of white, pink and yellow.