avi sato . be thought . live dreams



We live as if there is no afterlife
Yet we forget we need no scripture
To teach us of our parents
Grandparents burned into our existence
Genetics unnecessary for memory’s progression
Family stories abound yet
There is no nature
We do nothing through a priori ideas
As thought has no language
But what we learn today
Yesterday echoes endlessly
To futures’ unseen terminals
We may wish to silence ourselves
Go so far as to attempt
Even succeed
Death has no hold over us
Only bodies
Wrapped parcels of energy
Unstrung from brown papers’ tenuous grips
Children become our aftereffects
Not simply ours
We are many
Speaking among not alone
This present
Tomorrows’ tessellated foundations
We shall not end
Tradition is our resurrection
Even in rejection
Reaction is memory
Fear not death’s illusionary

(Avi Sato, 2019)