old friend i remember you
we have the same story
we share the same wounds
and pain
the same joy
and the same loss

we may be in
different bodies
and seem so separate
and your story
may look different
from mine

but really
there is only one story

the human story,

Born to innocence
Lost to the wound
Walking the wilderness
And coming home

all this talk of ‘I’
and ‘you’ and ‘me’
is just skitting around
on the surface
while the delicious truth
lies far below
where all waves
are one.