Under One Umbrella
In this season of affection, I honour the essence of what has sustained me, the force that endured before I arrived and continues to shape who I am becoming.
This short piece is written in gratitude: for foundations laid, for mercy inherited, for a persistence that transcends time.
You are the anchor
of human existence and being.
You are kindness, peace, and calm
green, white, and blue.
Our greatest feeling
soul-craving, heart-racing desire.
Yet from you we experience our deepest anguish,
somehow making a myocardial infarction seem a jest.
You are poetry - pristine and passion,
a presence within, tranquility inexplicable.
Whimsical, messy, joyful.
Emotion hidden, published, subdued.
When nurtured, you bloom.
A mother’s unique experience
deepest cut and unforgiving pain.
Evading human logic,
through oxytocin and dopamine you linger.
Waiting, wishing, longing
to experience you in unique variation.
For where we fail in our longing,
you exist yet in another.
From the idea, the notion, the entanglement of you,
we increase from hundreds to billions.
Black and white interlaced, bearing no colours,
yet you birth variety.
What if you are an illusion
a presence without, yet deeply felt?
Through seasons and dates, you persist.
You are inheritance - contemporary, ancestry looming.
Blood shed, floodgates, ashes.
From death.
From the One whose sides were pierced,
whose essence embodies your true nature,
you profuse the earth.
Coincidence, perhaps.
Today, religion irrelevant, souls commune
under one umbrella
the theme of which is you.
Whether illusion, inheritance, or divinity,
Love remains the thread underscoring our becoming.
May we honour it, celebrate it, and sustain it.
Until next time,
Still becoming. Still being.
