What if everything flowed, streaming, from deep reaching roots we all know. Flowed from knowing that each teeming life is precious, knitted to each other, belonging, delicately patterned spider webbed.
Would we then listen to each other’stumbling stories reverently?
Would wars evaporate,
becoming meaningless madness?
Would we all wake from
the toxic screen slumber,
eyes and arms wide to the wonder?
I know it is a glittering panacea.
We live in creeping darkness,
chasmous splits sparking.
But we can still try,
stumble and try.
We can create tremulous ripples,
ripples of love and life.
