It's about the interconnectedness of things:
that this is a giant body
underneath the earth
that you and I fit in
like a jigsaw of gnarled wood
like a root
like ginseng growing
you and I are all one people:
no nuclear bomb
no war no pain no insensitive action
is not felt at this heart of things
by the earthbodymind, always, throughout time:
so if you do not exactly trust my words
you will
feel them
and it is better that
if you do not exactly trust my words
you do
think about them:
we are not born alone,
neither, through aloneness growing,
to die despite
this whole:
so if you do not exactly trust my words,
whose words are these,
or,
who is the sound
you speak?
mother and brother and sister of mine,
be borne
into a new knowledge.

JJ May, 1986

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