The Thread That Connects All Things

Is the story shining from the moon

Photo by Johnny Kaufman on Unsplash

I first found you when my eyes were closed tight
To hold the dark of night
I could feel the light outside
The two-room home
We lived in.

A light shining in the sky
Beside the moon.
I never opened my eyes
Because I could see and feel
The starlight inside me,
My heart beat with the song of it
Shining within me.

Eyelids sealed,
Because I could see on them
How close I was to the moon and stars
Lying there under the covers
I knew that same light shone in me
As God gave the moon at night.

I could touch you with my eyes closed
Until I fell asleep.

Tuesday, May 20, 2025

It’s International Bee Day. This made me think about Plato and his Law of Nature. We are individual and born complete, but we need each other to learn how to communicate and become whole. Some people are tempted to depend upon AI, believing they will be better writers and no one will know, after all, they gave the prompts, and had the ideas.

But no AI can hold your memory with the feelings intact. And that makes all the difference.

When they grow, flowers have every inch of their petals and color, but they need to be pollinated to become complete.

Every story begins within me as a seed with its full form coiled within it, but it needs me to feel the rain upon my skin and the heat of the sun to help me tug on the thread that connects all things. Experience holds memory with feelings intact.

And every poem or painting or piece of music - indeed every act of love - is carried within us like a seed, but each needs the rain and heat of experience to become its full expression in the world. - Mark Nepo

Reference:

The Endless Practice by Mark Nepo, p.41