The Connection

 

How are we united to one another?

I guess it all matters whom we call mother.

The woman I was birthed from the womb,

Yet as I wonder, was I released from a tomb?

Into a land manufactured called Earth,

Where I choose my value and worth.

As if beads, paper, or coin added up equals more than thinking,

To appreciate the true currency breathing.

Yet I digress to dismiss the notion,

To increase the wind and challenge its motion.

For I believe there is more to my life,

So I cut ties to thoughts at shore.

Looking out above the stars,

Choosing the gate that is open and free,

For me enjoyingly created to fit thee,

Like a glove in hand of love.

United by purpose, by heart's entire,

In the grand scheme, we all aspire.

Connections deeper than what we see,

A shared humanity, a cosmic agree.

From mothers to brothers, to friends afar,

Each bond a reflection of who we are.

A family of souls in this boundless space,

Together, yet each on our own.

Connections beyond what words can teach,

For every soul has a purpose to speak.

Vibrating along, humming a harmonious song,

Singing on beat, I belong.