a poem written yesterday in a hurry because everything felt fleeting But that’s okay Each second is a molecule Slowly moving past my Point of perception We do what we can White-knuckle Grip on reality Try not to let The whirlwind yank us free But maybe it’d be better If we just let go.
A poem on staying alive and present in a heart-shattering world. Every night I take a walk around sunset, and I almost always take photos of what I see to remember the moments that remind me of the interconnectedness of all things. It’s a reminder that we are all god, and all the space between all things is god, and at our basic level, we are all the same. As a recovering addict, it can be hard to witness this world that sees children and people dying and suffering in unjust ways. The moment I feel my cells buzzing with the call of brothers and sisters all across this planet, I know I am alive…if just for now. And I can keep going. And I will keep trying.