When narrative mind twists old hurts,

stories into

tangled balls of

twine that roll and

ricochet, sapping energy

that could be used

in ways that move

one to wholeness,

Take a deep breath, feel the air move

from nose to toes.

See that twisted

twine float away.

(with thanks to mindfulness meditation teachers Kay and Phil Davidson)

Have we forgotten that all creation is one

glorious outpouring from the womb of the Divine?

Early bird song and emerging light,

the rhythmic crashing of ocean waves,

a baby whale leaping with its mother,

and peony buds unfolding their delight.

The solid silence of mountains,

the gurgling of streams,

the fecund smell of wetlands,

and sunlight on bare sycamores.

Green daffodils shoots pushing up,

warm puppy body curled up in the night,

and oh that sweet smell of a baby.

All created things

breathing together.

Have we forgotten we are one?

What would happen on this planet

if all humanity remembered?