under the same sky

under the same sky

the way i see it
i am in a bubble, flying around the earth
surrounded by billions of other bubbles
you are in one of them
you are in one of them
and you are in one of them, too
we are all floating about in our bubbles
each self-titled, 'my life'

sky & land
only the borders that hold us
animal & plant only nourishment
to sustain our weariness

yet i am wondering if perhaps
this bubble i perceive, 'my life'
is only a mirage
& reality is that all us humans
are standing on the earth
sky & land not a frame but a
landscape to participate
with,
animal & plant
part of the great dance
of creation

each bubble, self-containment
culture founded upon independence
seeking connection with others
i wonder if we could see
that maybe there are no bubbles
that land & us are not separate
& that human & human are not
segregated
that what i consider 'my life'
is illusion

that us come from dust,
earth, us birthed 
experience is a thread woven within
souls that are connected
shame a scar torn through our skin
fear worn into eye
rage blazing within

could we discover
our communion
our co-union
our intimacy with creation
holy breath
under the same sky
God within
God soaring
divinity's face painted
over sea & into sky
bled into heart
wading
diving
breaking
surfacing
sea & sky
creation yearning
eyes opening
awakening
remembering
hands holding
minds stirring
bodies singing
sea yawning
sky crying
humanity bowing
returning
home
dust to dust
arm in arm
breath to breath
face to face to face to face
creation
light
rest