The archetypal layer

Once I had a spiritual

Awakening and awoke

To see the

Core of the world layered like an

Onion first the

Self self-serving seriously flawed

Then the

Past lives living loops into now

Through the

Ancestral line of linking threads

To the archetypal

Layer

There are more, grids and colors

Shapes and sounds but

Ohm my we don’t need to

Cover that here I want to

Speak if speaking suffices

Of the gods and demons

The crone and crow

The maiden and marred beggar

The archetype in a vast

Twisting tapestry

Kaleidoscoping endlessly

Eventful

We assume that the building blocks of

Reality are somehow geometric

Mathematical

Perhaps biological a twist of DNA or

A circlet of quarks

But I think now that I have

Seen it although who would believe me?

That the building block of

Reality is

Story

Stories telling turning twisting

Pan and Pandora

Puck and Pippi

Peter and Paul

The phoenix

We are clay people molded from

Multicolored parts of story like

A five-year old sticks together

Play dough

Sometimes smeared but mostly just

Abutting poorly adhered

With parts falling off sometimes and

We don’t even miss them

As we turn another face

In another mask

To the fray