Interconnectedness

The beauty of being

Is not anything to be seen.

It is the whispers

Of Life’s invitation

To touch another’s heart

And us obliging.

Aaahhh.

Feel that beauty.

The beauty of being

Is not anything to be seen.

It is the whispers

Of Life inviting

Us to touch

Each other’s heart

And at least one of us obliging

I do not know many things

And who I am, keeps unfolding

But today

I am a hug prophet

And I have a message for you:

Someone will hug you today

And it will be the same one

Who is, in this very moment,

Waiting

Waiting for your arms

To wrap around their heart.

So, go ahead.

Be the fulfillment

Of this day prophet’s prophecy.

It is written.

Your presence

Pulls back the curtain

That reveals Awareness.

Awareness dissolves

The barriers

That make you other than me.

Now that nothing

Is in our way,

One.

Waking up,

The Earth

Busily cares for all

Even as we sleep.

She tires,

Yet doesn’t complain.

“Will the children

Who are awake

Help the others?”

She wonders.

Yesterday, I looked at you

From my world

And saw you.

Yes,

Only 10,000 miles away

Invisible and mute.

Can that be,

You so far away from me?

So today, I look as you

From your world

And saw…

Wait,

I have forgotten myself

Way back there in the distance.

Now, I am traveling back

Back towards that self,

With you,

To see as we see,

Our selves as the world.

The stream of Life

Flows,

Engulfing the material

And cuts mercilessly through

The spiritual.

What can stand in the path of

Life’s singular purpose of Oneness?