We’re all connected
Prior to our being
Organized by society
As family…as friends…
As lovers… as ex-es…
As enemies…. as rivals.

We’re not just connected to each other
But to all forms of life…
The mineral… the liquid…
the air… the space…
We’re in them
They’re in us

We’re a composite
Of so many existences
And a residue of so many lives
Yet our thought stands as a wall
Leaving us unable to see, hear and feel
Anything other than itself.

My separation is a delusion;
My individuality is a scam.
I contain nothing
Other than another
I am no one
If I’m not all of you.