And I feel my body fully, vessel of desire,
my stomach a pond of want and warmth,
utterly human, divine and awake. And I can hear
each bird's separate song, the chirt and scree,
the sip, sip, sip, the dwindle and uplift yearning,
the soup's on, soup's on, let up, let it go
of each individual voice, and I know I am here,
in this widening light, as we all are, with them,
even the most damaged among us or lonely
or nearly dead, and that for each of us there is
some small sound like an unseen bird
ora red bike grinding along the gravel path
that could wake us, and take us home.
I love this excerpt. It reminds me of my humanity, the world's humanity. How we are all connected by our experiences, by what we feel, what we hear, what we encounter. It is something simple, like a bird's song, that shows us who we are, connects us to one another despite our life situations, and reminds us that we are not alone. That's beautiful.