We're connected to the world
In the way that our tears
Are made of salt water. And
When we cry – we cry pieces of the ocean.
We're connected to the world
In the way that
our lungs are made of
tree roots and branches. And
when we exhale
we pollinate that world
with our souls and hearts and beauty.
We're connected to the world
In the way that
The place it's oxygen goes when it
Gets sucked into our bodies
Is right into our core –
The very shelf that
Holds our soul.
We're connected to the world
In the way that
We leave footprints in the mud. And
the way those footprints create
Maps of each of our lives
Forever pounded into the earth.
We're connected to the world
In the way that
When it spins
We don't get dizzy.
And as the earth rotates
On it's invisible axis,
So do we.
And the only true way to tell
How old we really are
Is to cut us in half
And count the rings on our stumps.
Or the black dots on our little red backs.
Or to add 7 years to every 1 year.
And when we die,
I like to think that if you
Opened us up
You'd find the most
perfect,
rare,
round,
beautiful,
Pearl.
[The one the earth planted deep inside of us when we were born.]
