A blessing for those who are short-circuited
How did you get to have so many things…. and
How did so many things get taken away from you?
You have been calling things, things
for far too many years.
The mountain is not a thing, the river is not a thing
to be had or to be lost.
and nor are you a thing
to be had, or to be lost
or even to be found again.
your head has been heavy with the weight of solitude
lean it back into my palms and feel the buoyancy
that holds us up
feel the weightlessness now
of swimming in a sea of lights, lights like yours
now can you feel it?
the ocean’s waves licking your shins
the sun massaging your back
the wind throwing you kisses
the sand curling up into the crevaces of your feet
you are earth ether water air fire
you are sight sound smell taste touch
you are always electrified
filled with the gifts of creation
and you are not alone