It is an uncommon sense
but everyone has it; for some
it sleeps beneath
the surface of consciousness
dormant and waiting
to awaken; others aware
have yet to develop it.
For some it has become routine,
but everyone has it.
It makes education irrelevant
and information unnecessary;
it allows one to see
the end of the matter
immediately without
need of understanding
the how or the why.
It leaves one knowing only
that this is the way it is.
It is an uncommon sense
that allows one’s heart
to identify the primary cause
of any effect measured
by the eyes.
It is an uncommon sense
and with it come glimpses
of the other world–where
locality is relative to awareness.
Uncommon sense permits sight
of things intended to be hidden:
motivations and stories
well or horribly written;
indeed, all things concealed
are revealed to one with this
uncommon sense.
Children have it
perfectly developed,
before we force them to forget
this gift of discernment;
before we teach them
to pretend its presence
is imaginary and only things
we can see with our eyes
are real.
It is an uncommon sense
typical to animals, whose
senses are multiplied
by factors of purpose; sometimes,
I feel they are more attuned
than us.
It is an uncommon sense,
an awareness rising
in each and every mind,
collectively forming
a new breed of travelers
on the frontier of Spirit,
and as the critical mass
draws nearer and nearer
to outnumbering those
unaware, the world
in one day will just
up and decide to change
itself.
