The Tapestry of Being

In the soft whisper of a leaf,

In the silent pulse of stone,

A universe breathes together—

No thing stands alone.

A sheet of paper holds the sun,

The rain, the forest's sigh,

The woodcutter's weathered hands,

The sky within its cry.

We are not separate drops of water,

But the ocean's endless flow,

Connected by invisible threads

That only wisdom knows.

Each breath I take belongs to trees,

Each thought to countless minds,

My heartbeat echoes ancestors,

Where separation unwinds.

Interbeing—a sacred dance

Of moment touching moment,

Where "I" dissolves into "we"

And separation is but a fragment.

Listen closely: can you hear

The universe within your chest?

Every particle singing softly

Of connection's gentle quest.

We are not singular, but plural—

A breathing, living art,

Interconnected, intertwined,

One cosmic, beating heart.