Lilies of the field

 Almost immediately after I wrote the words:

...But is there any such thing as irretrievable? 

Are the disappearers... 

~ those emotions, thoughts, revelations 

buried or drowned into oblivion ~

are they stored in an internal, mercurial, ethereal, other-conscious world,

seeded to emerge in some other form?

What is that form?

In what fashion does it manifest?

Dis-ease of the mind and body?

Dis-ease of the soul, even soul-suicide?...

(Though those aren't the exact words I originally wrote.

They emerged from a splatter of words on the screen.

I no longer have the original splatter.

I formed it into another shape,

Hopefully without losing the essence of the splatter,

So, actually, it is the original splatter, rearranged.)

After I wrote those words

My almost immediate thought was:

What about the joys?

Are not those stored too?

If traumas are stored, 

why not joys? 

Would not they also manifest?

In what form?

Could they manifest as 

life-ease, rather than dis-ease?

I sometimes say, after moments in the flow,

"Another good memory in the bank."

Perhaps as we accrue these deposits

They too will be excavated 

from the deep earth

to a more shallow level

where they can grow

like flowers from seeds

reaching up through the soil 

toward the light,

like sunflowers

or the lilies of the field.