I am not looking for aliens who come by spaceships
Like dream fantasies played out in movies or TV shows
Displaying our collective projections of fear and braggadocio
I look for the aliens who aren’t
Aliens who are at home everywhere and nowhere
In whatever shape they care to inhabit
Or shapeless, shift their consciousness into alignment
With others for a moment or an age
I look for aliens who aren’t bound by singular lives
Conforming to singular rules
But slide effortlessly from micro to macro
Moving through timescales without consideration for regularity
I look for aliens who revel in creation and the unexpected
Who have no eye for politics or power
Since they see through those assumptions
With the ambivalence of limitless freedom
I look for aliens who are as insubstantial
As the emptiness within us all
But are as full as the heavens above and below
Aliens who disembody reality into a vortex of possibility
Playing outside the multiverse we think we glimpse the limits of
I look for aliens with my third eye and my higher self
Forgetting that searches for otherness
Are plagued with obscurity
Until I remember that we are all connected
That there are no aliens
And that the road of discovery leads ultimately within
David Trudel © 2013
