Downward facing
Three legged dog
The ever living ghost of what once was
Holy heart
Aches
Nothing can separate us from
The nightly news of dead mothers
And angry fathers
Feed the illusion
You cling to
Pain
And call it love
Rather than surrender
To the isolating knowledge
That we are one
A singular being
In multiple bodies
Alone in a nameless void
Of vastly infinite possibilities
~
Be still and know
Born in Providence 