Degrees of separation

The mass of man lead lives of deafening desperation,

And it stems from one error: our degrees of separation.

We live divorced from the pulse of the Earth,

But it wasn’t this way when we arrived here at birth.

We learned to be selfish and lost our vision,

A paradigm shift that became our prison.

We dwell in duality, such is the stage

Of matter and mind in this bodily cage.

We believe we’re apart from all that we see,

That nothing “out there” could also be me.

So we stab at our food with a fork in a bowl,

Forgetting the cow had a face, a heart, and a soul.

Few of us know how our vegetables grow,

Or how flour is milled from the wheat that we sow.

We rarely conceive that the tap in our sink

Holds a sacred resource that could vanish in a blink. 

And the energy charging our tablets and phones

Often comes burning old dinosaur bones.

We want fruit to look perfect,

Our veggies pristine—

So we douse them in poison

To keep them— “clean.”

We think soil is dirty and worship the store,

While the Earth we ignore cries out at her core.

We fill our bodies with plastic for economy and ease,

And poison the oceans with all of our trash and disease.

It isn’t the devil—it’s what we forgot:

That Oneness is truth, and separation is not.

Separation’s no villain—it’s simply untrue:

It’s thinking God’s “out there,” instead of in you.

This isn’t a fact for the head to deduce—

But a knowing the heart alone can produce.

Darkness is merely the absence of light,

And sin is a name for obscuring our sight.

You are in the universe—yes, this is true.

But more than that—

The universe is in you.