We suffer from a sense of separation
Separation from self, soul,
brothers.
We suffer from thoughts run rampant in our heads,
Emotions left unchecked, stuffed, and ignored.
We suffer from memories stuck in our bodies
In the tissues
The cells
Encoded and bound.

The sense of separation is false,
A lie.
A myth we’ve been sold
A part of our conditioning
Domestication in drag.

When we can stop
And stare our faults,
Straight in the face,
Without cowering.
Eye to eye with the shadow
With love (and fear)
And grace.
We can then dance with our faults,
Our Shortcomings
Our humanity.

And then my friend
We realize
we’ve always been whole.
A part,
Not apart,
Of the cosmic wave.

We see then that we’re connected
To our souls and the divine.
And can be there for our brothers
who’ve been left behind.