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On the path to remembering self,
There comes a moment,
Where many becomes one, 
Invisible threads appear,
tethering us together.

In chasing what makes us different,
We stumble into what makes us the same,
The quiet pressure,
To be better,
To be seen,
To be loved.
To belong.

But nature shows us first.
Community over speed.
Look to the redwood trees.
When a fire erupts,
A fairy ring encircles the remains,
Recreating life from what was lost,
A new circle of protection,
Born from the power of staying. 

Look to the skies,
Geese in v-formation,
Drifting toward a shared horizon,
When one falls,
Two follow it down,
To guard it and wait,
Until it’s ready to rise again. 
As above, so below my friend.

If we slow down and notice,
The patterns at play,
We’d remember. 
Our suffering and joy are not so unique,
They just wear different costumes.