I am you in the mirror  You are me in the mirror  The water is a reflection of you  You are a reflection of the water  You breathe the air  The air breathes you  You hold the earth  The earth holds you  You burn inside the fire  The fire burns inside of you  Separation is an illusion  Until we understand this  We can never be free

Tears flow gently  Beneath a moonlit sky  For a bittersweet epiphany  Is the reason why I cry

There’s a part in all of us  Longing to be free  Because we don’t even know  How caged we are  With our feet  Separated from the earth  Our hearts  Disconnected from the truth  Our minds  Flooded in thought  Waves crashing  How we long for air  How we yearn for calm  In this world of chaos  And we grasp onto anything  Anything that makes us feel alive  Anything that frees us  From the cages we live in

And you’ll start to notice the little things  Like the way the autumn leaves gently fall towards the ground  Dancing their farewell dance  A performance of beauty for the sun

I was child  Born beneath synthetic light  Inside walls of concrete  And though I breathed your air  You were not to be seen  No blue or no green  And still, she held me  Mother  This sacred vessel  She held me  Knowing I would find my way  And I did  Even though they wiped my memory  Stole my imagination  And used it to fuel the disconnect of a nation  A collective of forgotten connection to creation  Until we awaken  To see  And become child again

I watch you  Shedding all that doesn’t serve you  All the things that used to hurt you  An obstruction of the real you  And I watch you  Wondering when I’ll get to meet you  Taste the honey that’s so sweet, too  By the fire where there’s heat, too  And I wonder  Will you meet me where we’re meant to  Akashic records not in plain view  Entangled souls with just a preview  So far  From different stars  Learning to trust that what we see and feel is guided by the heart  And not our minds  This blip in time  Will soon reveal to us the answer  Am I yours and are you mine?

I looked at her and she looked at me  And said, “Why do you carry these, honey bee?”  I’d collected them, unknowingly  Year after year  They were gifts from a curse  That spat from their mouths  Pain disguised in pain  Those stones became my house

Days lost in dreams  In worlds beyond worlds  I rest to awaken  Body arched, feet curled

The best part is the edge of night On the border of dawn When the world still dreams A dream of healing