Entangled

“Imagine that you could pass through two doors at once

It’s inconceivable yet fungi do it all the time”

—Entangled Life book by Merlin sheldrake

What If we sweep through doors

left and right

Pulling threads of moments

Both loosen our grip

Held then tight

An entanglement of days

Loving into opposing ways

What if we climb through hills

up and down

Magnetizing rocks of density

Both condensing our ideas

Held then blown

Into wisps of air flutes

Growing tendrils of new shoots

What if we paint through pages

front and back

Seeping colors of reddening & bluing

Both deepening our emotions

Held then diluting

Into a purpling of creative play

Resonance of the spiritual way

Oh What if we were to learn

from mycelium pathways

Our existence a verbing vibration!!

Unity shared in one conscious body

Connectivity inherent to our diversity

What if when we kissed the feet of a stranger—

we felt a loving hand our back?

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What if only one of us is here?