Hello fellow fluffy pink things

As we waddle into this new moment together…

The dream of separation – forgotten-

We bask in our One Thing- ness- relieved

(It was so much work – to differentiate

The ” look at me” – “no me”)

Can no longer be sustained… the earth won’t have it

As she leaps into her next incarnation of consciousness

We can go as One-

Or be thrown off into outer space.

I don’t mean to scare ya-

That’s just the way it is.