Hi friends,
A poem for Spring and for our shared connection. We are way more connected than we know we are. Go say something kind to a stranger today. Buy them a cup of coffee. Share a warm smile. That will make someone’s day.
Love,
Xiaoyu
I Am You All Along
By Xiao-Yu Zheng
This morning, I opened my eyes
In the familiar darkness of my bedroom,
I searched for my phone with my arms.
The moment my skin made contact with my phone,
My body registered a sense of familiar comfort – there you are.
As if my cellular phone is a part of my body that
I need to reattach each morning to feel whole – there is no other way around it.
The moment I turned on my phone
Becomes the moment I start weaving.
Words, I string them together,
I stack them in strange orders – as I am doing now
As if I am trying to reattach myself to something
that calls my name each morning – there is no other way around it.
Arise. My friend. Deliver the baby you’ve been given.
You belong to the Body of writers, painters, musicians, and artists.
The Body that never stops giving birth
To what wakes up the living dead,
For they need to come Home.
Home, our sweet Home, is right here – can you see it?
Come Home, sweet baby. Start right here with this strangely stacked words from
Me, who are You all along – there I am.
I need you – need me to feel whole – there is no other way around it.
I am You all along.
