what is it to be

small and insignificant

while whole and connected?

what is this world

where beauty, cruelty,

pain, terror, kindness, oneness

all coexist?

trauma begets trauma

fingers are pointed

lines get drawn

us versus other

and yet…

we all feel the pulsing current

like a heart

like a gallop that’s wild and free

deep underneath

and mostly unconscious

forever there.

when we listen

we know we are truly alive

and infinite

and together.