Beneath the winter is eternal spring....all the seasons are related!

As surely as the seasons are related…

All of life is surely one with

another.

Not just the recognizable DNA,

but the fiery spirit of survival scattered

throughout the planet we share.

Is it a form of worship to

feel the

Oneness...

the wonder of our

kinship?

The man who compulsively washes

his hands of harbored guilt...

The woman who arrests the

sobs that are imprisoned

within her breast...

we are cousins.

The celebrating dancers,

whose rhythm is our own...

The seamstress and poet whose

seamless rhyme is sewn into

our threaded hearts,

we are

brothers

and

sisters.

Do not feed your hand to guilt

but take instead, the hand of

a friend that travels this linked path.

Let your pain explode from

jailed bosom and roar

as you fling it skyward.

It is to be shared and

understood by your human family.

It is the gift of related commonality...

of Oneness.

Dance and sew,

Sing and

write poems,

paint the colors

of our

relatedness.

For, we are all one

with another.

That is why we came..

To love

one

another.