Connected

O Beloved Spirit,
Connected.
Somehow verified in the truth telling mystery of
Earth time, cavernous rock time, oceanic time—
We are connected.
Unseen transmissions wirelessly connect us
attaching us to this Moment—
linking us to all Moments
both forwards and backwards.
Somehow unconscious of the how—
we are connected.
Bluetooth, saber tooth, shark tooth, sweet tooth—
We are connected.
Some ethereal, disembodied voice definitively whispers in our ear:
Connected.
Listening—we become animated with an aliveness
Listening—we awakens to a mindscape of connections—
Listening—we swim in a collective sea of connections:
We name them; we number them,
We classify them; we divide them
And though they are underwritten by a similarity
There is a pervasive uniqueness
Where we are signatured with an iris
colored by a pattern all its own.
Where we are signatured with a dark opening
That filters the universal light in such a singular  way
Connected.
We are steeping in connections—
eye-to-eye, heart-to-heart
connections that are made holy
by a love that does not die in our death but
mysteriously,
unmistakably,
magnificently,
gratefully
Keeps us….
Connected.
O Beloved Spirit—
We are grateful for the unseen connections
that weave their way through us,
seaming us together into a community.
Connected.