A Sacred Exchange

There is one current of Love moving through all beings.

It wakes the bird, leading it to the worm.

It spins the web from the body of the spider, thread by sacred thread.

It rises in the oak, hidden in the acorn, patient, certain.

This same current breathes you, courses through your veins.

What you inhale, a gift from tree and tide, nourishing, purifying, sustaining.

What you exhale, a blessing returned.

And between us, the same breath passing from body to body,

A shared rhythm,

A quiet, collective pulse,

The holy circulation.