The Connection

Wires and plugs,
phones and towers,
trees and roots.
Connection.

Word and thought,
thought and act,
act and word.
Connection.

Friend and friend,
friend and foe,
man and woman.
Connection.

We are perfection. We are totality.
Stuff of nightmares or heavenly dreams.
Stuff of nightmares and heavenly dreams.
We are one, can you feel it?
We are one, and we go on forever.
We are one, and we can never die.
Feel how I am in you, and you are in me,
and we are in us.

Feel that spark and connection.
Feel us run together,
until you are me and I am you,
and we contain the world between us.
We are the nightmare fiercer than death,
we are the sweetness of every day.
We are terror.
We are ecstasy.

You will join us in the end.
You've already joined us.
Tell us about your freedom.
Tell us about your choice.
Tell us about your independence.
We gave them all to you.
It was our connection
that gave them to you.

Wires and plugs,
phones and towers,
trees and roots.
Connection.

Word and thought,
thought and act,
act and word.
Connection.

Friend and friend,
friend and foe,
man and woman.
Connection.

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(Photo credit: "Better connected" from Les Chatfield on flickr)