A seed, a feeling.

Walking to school, stealing a stare.

Sitting together, sharing a sandwich.

You and me, me and you.

Hand in hand to class, passing notes, a kiss on the cheek.

Hearts race, pure love.

Faint whispers.

Too young to understand,

I see no difference between you and me.

 

A seed, a feeling.

Driving to school, working late together.

In your car, we share a sandwich.

You and me, me and you.

Hand in hand, a tux a dress, prom under the stars.

Hearts race, up and down — love is a challenge.

Their whispers shout.

Comprehend, never. Sick spirals.

I see no difference between you and me.

 

A seed, a feeling.

Awareness circles, we are one.

Elementary/high school/college flash, adopting Aviana from Guatemala fuels, face to face interactions around the globe increase: we are one. We laugh, cry, love, protect, want for our children, experience good while stumbling over bad. We share, gather in loss, cook in celebration. At our center, we are one.

 

A seed, a feeling.

A root when born, sprouts when sharing in word and action.

When love and frustration overflow, I look to our dog. She’s black as midnight, our last, yellow as the rising sun. Both stunning and similar in want and need — born pure and full of love.

Simple, why so complicated?

We are human, similar in want and need — born pure and full of love, yet human pots call kettles to the left and right.

 

A seed, a feeling.

Rooted.

Are you for love, or otherwise?

Do you feel the sun or shades of dark?

If life in reverse, it’s never too late for a change direction.

 

Quiet the mind and the soul will speak

– Ma Jaya

 

And to a world sick with racism, get well soon.

– Janet Jackson