Open Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Da Vinci cracked me open like a delicate egg,
Letting new life seep out from the shell of my self.
His insights entered me like a thief,
Gifting me with new vision.

We like to think we are self-made,
That our breakthroughs are our own
That what we bring to the world is new,
Unique, floating free in its own essence.

How wrong we are.
Even the deepest epiphany
Comes not from our soul,
But from the Brahman.

And it is often brought to us
Through the thoughts of mortals
Whose ideas echo through all time
Reminding us of what they remember.

Let me be a part of this chain.
Let nothing remain of me but my words
Let them carry clues to truths so profound
Even those who express them cannot fathom their depth.