The pineal gland walks down the street.
No one notices it, of course—
so few have any idea what it is.
Not to mention it’s the size of a pea.
Though a mouth sees it
and whispers to an ear,
“I heard she secretes melatonin.”
The ear titters, as if it’s a joke.
It’s no joke. The pineal gland
ignores their chatter. Because it’s true.
And it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
“Hey, PG, don’t worry about them,”
says the open yawn walking by.
“You’re amazing. I should know.”
The pineal gland nods and sighs.
“I feel so misunderstood,”
The yawn grows wider.
“It’s no small thing what you do—
to let in light and darkness.”
The pineal gland gives a shrug.
“In fact,” says the yawn,
“thank you for letting it all in.
That’s the only way
this world will wake up.”
*
(um, yeah, I know i just totally geeked out, but hey …)
Once again, the little things (in this case, roughly 3/4 a centimeter and just a tenth of a gram) ain’t so little. Too, “I’m just a soul whose intentions are good/Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”
We each want to be thought of as, “ain’t so little,” as well as to be seen and understood—especially by ourselves.
and the PG is so essential–known in some circles as the Third Eye–it really is an amazing, integral, essential bit of our construction!!
I love it! The yawn is so representative of our lethargy in Waking Up.
thanks, Sherry–i have to admit i was kinda happy about realizing it was a yawn that walked by and had the ability to tell the truth about the future … this poem was so full of discovery for me. I love your comment.
Love this!
Love this!! Yawn….❤️
hee hee hee, yawn!
Thank you for this lovely post about the pineal gland that brought to my mind something I read long ago which has been a source of wonder to me. It is the pineal gland which will be activated when Christ is fully formed in us to bring the overcomers in THIS life into immortality. The process of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly is a type and shadow of it. You have THIS to live for Rosemerry. The world is moaning and groaning for life to swallow up death. It’s waiting for YOU to be a forerunner.
thank you, Michele, for the encouragement, thank you for the wonder of the PG being activated!