personal
Do you at all feel we’re all connected? I do.
When I disconnect from the world, this is what happens. No question.
what am I here for?
to understand something profound;
there’s no ‘I’, there’s ‘we’;
like the waitress taking my order
is also me
I’m sitting beside myself, a stranger,
on a subway train
if I hate my boss, I must also hate myself
just as much
the moth that appears from out of nowhere
could be me looking for an adventure while
still living for its remaining days; it’s fully
aware of how short its life is, so why not
take risks?
all living creature; folks, animals,
even the trees–
those with a heartbeat are all ‘me’.
sages say we are all connected,
everything is all connected
we are all one.
if my heart suffers, the world around me
becomes miserable
if I cause harm, I feel a horrible pain
soon after
how I treat myself is also how
I’m being treated
so I have learned to be more gentle
and more kind to those with a
heartbeat because…
… the heartbeat is me.
I imagine being a moth to
remind myself all the time.
I feel my heart, not forcing myself to
understand it all fully… for life always
finds a way to make me listen in
time… loud and clear…
better be ready.
For now, we’ll just have to keep on living.
We must.
To meet each other along the way.
Let’s meet each other along the way.
So how are we doing so far?
How are we doing?
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