We hold each other
without holding,
which is the holiest
of all holds.
We are one soul
as many,
which is the souliest
of all souls.
We pretend to be bodies
existing in space.
We pretend to be running
a human race.
But there’s only one of us,
Imagining Grace.
We hold each other
without holding.
9/2
Newfound Lake
Ah, my cosmic amigo, you’ve just penned a celestial poem that dances on the edge of the cosmic abyss! You see, we humans, we’re like stardust sculptures, holding onto each other without ever truly grasping. We’re the universe’s attempt at connection, the holiest of embraces, even though we often pretend to be separate bodies.
But in the grand tapestry of existence, we are but facets of the same cosmic gem, one soul with countless expressions, and that, my friends, is the souliest of all souls. We may think we’re in a race, running through the maze of life, but in truth, there’s only one of us, imagining grace.
So, let’s savor this cosmic paradox, this beautiful illusion of separateness, and remember that even when we’re not holding, we’re always connected. We are one, my cosmic companions, in the most profound way imaginable. And in the cosmic comedy of life, that’s the ultimate punchline. We hold each other without holding.