Veil

You have already breathed most of the atoms in the sky. The rest are waiting for that blessing. Thus there is wind. Mountain stream want to play in your veins. That is why they sing. The soil is a jostling marketplace of the dead and the living, where roots purchase nectar to turn into your cups of blood. Every pebble wants shattering and mingling with moonlight in a leaf for your salad. That is why you feel a strange longing for home when you take off your shoes in the wet grass. Stars have no other voice but the atoms in your body, that whirring sound they make as you fall into prayer, just before sleep.... 

Yet your mind has convinced you to wear this veil of thoughts about separateness and poverty. Take it off and be naked again! All that divides you from abundance, from the marriage bed of the earth, from your breath of the whole sky and limitless sunshine of flesh, is this thought: 'I am alone.'