Somewhere between this is me and that is mine I fear we have lost our way We take possession of people and things carving out some personal space then build a wall around it Our connection to each other and all sentient beings diminishes Setting us adrift in our separate silos How do we reclaim what we’ve lost unless we can name it Until we can imagine beyond the complaints and disturbances of lives lived this way To step into a new story of who we are and how we are To seek our true relationship to one another To see our face before we were born Then sharing a glimpse of the richness that a well lived life can be Perhaps that day will signal a new way of seeing Our World and become the story we choose to live by