No fear

If I could touch both earth and sky,
my feet,
thus grounded,
would pick up all the energy
of all the other soles
or souls who touch the earth,
and we would be connected,
all as one.

My arms, outstretched,
and the air I breathe,
would be the air I share
with all who also touch and breathe the air.

And knowing that,
how could I ever be alone;
or ever fear
that lying on my tiny square of earth
there would not be
another me, watching from above,
and smiling as I live and breathe and move.


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