A Human is born alone
though held in the innards of
one’s own flesh.
Alone he forms himself
Alone he blunders through life.


The possible Oneness, at every step
he tramples, missing the Oneness
of the spirit and flesh
Forsaking the glory of going
beyond one’s own cerebral mess


The hapless orphan lives
alone & dies alone.


The gracious few who are of the
Oneness of life & beyond are mocked
as fools of empty fortune.

Love & Grace