At the dawn of this life
lost was that sense of belonging.
Sought and searched for
Long and hard
Like a fabled needle in a haystack.
"Believe in lack, believe in lack"
Society cried!
Society lied.
Round peg, round peg, ROUND PEG!
And all the holes seem square.
"I fit where?"
A soft loud whisper turned head
and inward I ventured
Deep into the expanse of my soul
"Once more and to the roots my friend!"
Flexible, in I bend.
I ate a nectarine this morn
It's flesh is now my flesh.
It juice, sluices through my veins
and flushes me out
in a cycle of life and death and life.
...and death
and life.
...and on and on it goes never ending
and never beginning.
And this air I breath now
that yesterday you breathed
the trees renewed for us.
Your breath filling up my lungs.
And mine yours.
Ha who owns the air we share.
Does it belong to us
or we to it?
Do we belong to each other?
Where is the root?
It is in my heart and yours.
Planted in a soil of velvety nothingness
It's food, potential.
It's flowers and fruits,
brought forth by intention.
Watered by choice.
We all come from this Great Goddess' womb
Here we ALL belong.
"I fit where?"
I fit here.
Therefore I too, as you, must belong everywhere.
I carry everywhere with me
in my heart.
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Submission Name: Belonging
