Core

Everything that is one
Can be sung,
Can be sung.
Our little thoughts to see
Can be free,
Can be free.
The time is now
Places to sow
Herds to bombard
And pictures to show.
While our hearts
Pluck on weird strings
As our lives
Bond together.
From different backgrounds,
Different memories
We share
Leaking out
Who we are.
Where we come from
And why we are here.
Bound to this fruitful Earth
For all eternity.
We can beat it,
This melancholy lull
That shrinks our bowels
And lifts our spirits.
From on and on
Beaming from within.
So much left to open, to sing, to listen.
So much to let in, acknowledge, absorb.

WHAT WE ARE IS OUR CORE.

Nothing can fetter, hold, or bondage
Our strengths, weaknesses, similarities.
For we are one being,
Shot down
From Heaven’s Dungeon.
Angels of our own
Beat, strum, and spool.
Knitting a tight weave
That encases
All our wisps of body,
All our futile minds,
All our pulsing brains,
Together
As
One.