December's Co-Intelligence Poem
Written By Tom Atlee
We never ever fully own
what we believe is fully ours.
We never ever fully lose
What once we thought we really had.
We never fully are alone
And nothing's fully good or bad.
Experience is what we choose.
And all of us are made of Stars.
Nothing is what it seems to be.
All is part of endless Birth.
Changes make us who we are.
And form is change that we can hold.
Rivers dance into the sea
as water snows into the cold.
Who I am sees who you are.
And all of us are made of Earth.
Make me part of endless sky.
Make me fish and reel and rod.
Make me life in the underbrush.
Make me breath upon your lips.
Each word you speak I'll occupy,
each blessed thing each baby grips,
the holy sweat as lovers rush,
for all of us embody God.
Know the dance of dark and light.
Flow where life is gifts enjoyed.
Grow towards centerpoint and sun.
Show what makes the many one.
See what makes each story right.
Let meaning rise and meaning run.
Upon life's canvas paint some fun
for all of us are home to Void.
With nothing lost and nothing gained
amid the dance of joy and strife,
flowers open where I look
and you embrace me everywhere.
Show me I'm already trained.
Teach me I'm already there.
Read me in the open book
where all of us alive are Life.
We never ever fully own
what we believe is fully ours.
We never ever fully lose
What once we thought we really had.
We never fully are alone
And nothing's fully good or bad.
Our experience is what we choose.
And all of us are made of Stars.