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The great philosopher Abraham Heschel speaks of his fear that we will lose our sense of the Whole. I think this is inevitable, though just as inevitable that will find the Whole again. This poem explores this feeling.
NOTHING IS SEPARATE
All things are true. The wind through
the Spanish Moss tells me that this has
always been. I must keep my heart open
long enough for all things to mix until
the alchemy of Oneness softens my time
on Earth. If you take my hand when I’m
like this, we will know each other in a
way that will never leave us. Dipping
our face in each other’s heart, as we
would a stream we come upon deep
in the woods—this makes the tribe
strong. Enough to build something
out of nothing. Enough to love
what-is back into just what it is.
A Question to Walk With: Begin to describe your history with experiencing the strength of the Universe beyond your own. Where did you first experience this? How did you first connect or benefit from strength beyond your own?
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