Finding Birthright in a forgetful World

This body, it senses something.

Not just the sensing from a look, a scoff, a pause, a thought

those are the data points, the lines

within a deeper wider web of interconnections.

This body senses the flows in between lines

the something that connects data points

These imperfect eyes,

tinnitus riddled ears,

rash ridden skin are

somehow able to

sense the tapestry that a newly

dyed thread is yet to be woven into

hear the oceans before

a single river fills it up

see the morning before

the break of dawn.

understand a fear before

ever being spoken off.

This clairvoyance,

is truly a forgotten

birthright of all bodies

This birthright - a precious

window into the sacred pattern of life

within and without.

The very pattern that fills up the space

between dancing electrons and speeding photons.

A pattern that can be sensed but never fully seen.

This birthright though always here,

is now ALIVE

in my perfectly human body.

it entwines my roots to the core of my mother Gaia.

and it gusts high my wings helped by my father Cosmos.

I feel, therefore I am.

I sense, therefore I am.

I relate, therefore I am.