The Truth of Our Humanness
Is there a single grain of truth
in all our hellos and goodbyes?
Only the truth of our humanness,
our chemistry, our perfect fallibility.
We pass each other, dream walkers in this material world, seeing only dreams
that catch at the heart that tiny flame of truth.
Ironic that when unselfed, we are a million fold
more substantial than in substance;
that in solidity we are illusive, but unselfed we are strong and real.