All That Lives....

Poem By Eric Cockrell

all that lives yearns...
for love, for shelter,
to be fed, to be a part of.
it is only fear that isolates us!

we have made ourselves
to be islands of self.
self-fulfillment, self-worship,
self-attainment, self...

do the grains of sand on the beach
cry out to god for names?
does each wave declare itself an ocean?
do the trees suffer from no identity?

the walls we've constructed
are nothing but a lie!
that which makes us the same
allows our difference to be enough!

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