I want to say a word about connection.
Skin touches skin,
plug goes into socket,
and energy flows.
It’s that flow we long for;
roots draw water, leaves reach
for the sun. And we reach for
each other, streaming sparks as
your finger tips brush my face. And the current
we see only through the wonders
of lights and music and this screen.
We’d miss it if it were gone.
Trees roots transmit wisdom.
Tap in. Can you hear?
Are your lights on? Can you feel me
here drawing circles on your palm?
Oh, and that word I wanted to say,
I bet you already know. Because we are
connected, you and me, our roots entwined.
Together, we complete the circuit.
musings of someone spiritual and oddly religious
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