We are all connected.
The man on the bench reads the book I'm reading.
The kid clapping his hands, excited after receiving a balloon, acts the way I have at his age.
A pregnant woman stares at a cat the way I do.
A couple's kissing at the cinema, I do that with my love every day.
The words a stranger uttered, were the ones I had in mind.
That girl that's returning the money that fell from the man's pockets, is me.
The grass we step on, is the grass a cow (or a baby ant) will then eat.
We are bees, they make the honey we consume, we hurt them by ignoring their existence.
The plastic we use has once been a dinosaur.
The dinosaurs we never met, have once been a grain of sand, soil, a compound molecule of water.
The smells our noses sense, are part of us, they are us.
The words on this page were written by you. In fact, they are written and arranged the way your subconscious mind wants them to perceive them.
The little fishy beside me, is my reincarnated grandmother; her essence travelled to that tiny little body; or is it big but we are so self-centered that we perceive it small?
Is the cat painted on the wall, part of me?
Is the sound of rain, a piece of me?
Am I that poor old man sitting on a bench, playing an old smelly guitar?
Yes, my friend, we are all of that.
The sense of individuality is created by us, just to please the job that atoms have of repelling and attracting ones and others.
We could be cats, but we think them inferior.
We could be snakes, but most of us (everyone but me) thinks them disgusting. What's so disgusting in a snake when they are capable of surviving without limbs? What's so disgusting in a snake when they have the most amazing form of camouflage? The same happens with spiders and cockroaches.
I bet there's someone in this world that loves cockroaches (not just for the taste -- they say they're tasty).
The same happens with marijuana: some think it fucking extraordinary, like a love they could not live without; some think it brain-damaging, even when Bob Marley stepped on this planet (and he still is around us, we are just self-centered and lack the ability to see that his words are part of us -- same with Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela, Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, and other many great minds that are still around us [forget the meaning of "death", it doesn't exist; it's a lie]).
All brackets closed, I'll say one tiny little thing more: Focus on your objectives, and you'll get them, we are all connected (that man you hate, that snake you think obnoxious, that cockroach that tries to scare you is just playing with you; befriend anyone, focus on the light we all have, instead of what we lack.
The man on the bench reads the book I'm reading.
The kid clapping his hands, excited after receiving a balloon, acts the way I have at his age.
A pregnant woman stares at a cat the way I do.
A couple's kissing at the cinema, I do that with my love every day.
The words a stranger uttered, were the ones I had in mind.
That girl that's returning the money that fell from the man's pockets, is me.
The grass we step on, is the grass a cow (or a baby ant) will then eat.
We are bees, they make the honey we consume, we hurt them by ignoring their existence.
The plastic we use has once been a dinosaur.
The dinosaurs we never met, have once been a grain of sand, soil, a compound molecule of water.
The smells our noses sense, are part of us, they are us.
The words on this page were written by you. In fact, they are written and arranged the way your subconscious mind wants them to perceive them.
The little fishy beside me, is my reincarnated grandmother; her essence travelled to that tiny little body; or is it big but we are so self-centered that we perceive it small?
Is the cat painted on the wall, part of me?
Is the sound of rain, a piece of me?
Am I that poor old man sitting on a bench, playing an old smelly guitar?
Yes, my friend, we are all of that.
The sense of individuality is created by us, just to please the job that atoms have of repelling and attracting ones and others.
We could be cats, but we think them inferior.
We could be snakes, but most of us (everyone but me) thinks them disgusting. What's so disgusting in a snake when they are capable of surviving without limbs? What's so disgusting in a snake when they have the most amazing form of camouflage? The same happens with spiders and cockroaches.
I bet there's someone in this world that loves cockroaches (not just for the taste -- they say they're tasty).
The same happens with marijuana: some think it fucking extraordinary, like a love they could not live without; some think it brain-damaging, even when Bob Marley stepped on this planet (and he still is around us, we are just self-centered and lack the ability to see that his words are part of us -- same with Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela, Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, and other many great minds that are still around us [forget the meaning of "death", it doesn't exist; it's a lie]).
All brackets closed, I'll say one tiny little thing more: Focus on your objectives, and you'll get them, we are all connected (that man you hate, that snake you think obnoxious, that cockroach that tries to scare you is just playing with you; befriend anyone, focus on the light we all have, instead of what we lack.
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