Undivided
We see ten thousand
things, hear and touch
sense and smell them
convinced of our autonomy—
how can this dense table
not be separate
from my soft body?
How can that person—who
has contrasting views
different skin, language
or belief—how is it
possible we are one?
You can’t survive without air
days with no water, we die
Without sunlight, no harvest—
we count on farmers to
sow our sustenance
Interbeing is boundless
lions need gazelle, plants
require pollinators or wind
All born of consciousness
one family
undivided
Didi
there is something very gentle in the way you move from the things we think are separate to the simple fact that none of us stands alone. And that last “one family” feels less like an answer and more like something to sit quietly with.
Also, I love that the image is AI-generated. It belongs beautifully with the poem.