"It's not a spectator sport!"

When I saw the
connection to
all. I

Wondrous to think
I could eat without
or breathe without

The blanket of trees,
roots deep in the ground,
shoots the ocean water
under bird's wings.

The husband's love fills the breast with
infant's milk.
Laughter and tears burst
from the same belly.

Burn through the
dust, my friend, the reflection looking
for itself.

See with your own
eyes and eat with your

Dash the
stingy heart.
Love is your gift.
Say yes.