HIGH M▲GI©K

cosmicforestpeople:

THE DIVINE IN ME CELEBRATES THE DIVINE IN YOU. BY COSMICFORESTPEOPLE.

we are connected by a celestial thread

spun by divine beings.

it shoots across the milky way

it is tangled in the constellations and mountaintops

flows down through the rivers

until it becomes tangled in us.

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all of our human emotions

our spirit essence

each other.

we are connected invisibly.

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every time a winged being

ascends

it pulls on this thread that

ties us along

lifting everyone a little closer to heaven.

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every time a finned being

descends

into the volcanic depths of the mighty oceans

we feel a downward pull

our feet touch the water.

this water connects us too.

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we all touch the same earth.

our feet are rooted to the earth,

our hands are rooted to the stars.

we all dive to the core of our eternal essence, and

fly to sacred places in our minds.

we dive and fly together.

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no one is

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alone.

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we look at a reflection and see difference.

we burn each other.

start wars.

make laws.

discriminate.

hate.

over what we see as difference.

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but this body is only a shell.

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each shell is a colored glass bottle

sitting in the windowsill

gazing in awe at the sunshine

worshipping the majesty of the air ourside.

the bottles do not realize the beauty of their reflection.

they do not realize the air ourside

—the air inside—

are one in the same.

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we are the divine.

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not you and you and only you

but all of you.

me.

we are all a part of it.

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we throw our hands at the heavens and cry

we long for something sacred

we hallow unearthly powers.

but the power is here.  the power is now.

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the divine is in a simple wildflower.

the divine is in the glittering flecks of sunlight

at the corner of our eyes.

the divine is the deer at the side of the road.

the divine is a warm cup of tea.

the divine is dirt.

the divine is in our fingertips.

the divine is when our fingertips touch.

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we seek to find difference and don’t grasp sameness.

we categorize

create boxes for each other

find reasons for some boxes to be better than others.

but they are all the same.

they are all good.

all holy.

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when the glass bottles open

and our spirits mingle with the outside air

sparkling in the glow

finally we shall know

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heaven is here.

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Namaste.