Who Are We?

Earthbound, heavy with gravity, sandwiched between rock and cloud, more water than anything else, like wicked witches of the west we are fearful of our own liquidity, Full of illusions of solidity, we lock ourselves in the prison of sensory perception, and mistake this for our home. We are bone and muscle, blood and nerves, thoughts and feelings, genes and chromosomes, arms, legs, fingers, and toes, atoms, molecules, and enzymes. But we are more, so much more. We are eyes that hear, taste, touch, and smell, eyes that see beyond sight ears that hear beyond sound tongues that taste the minerals of spheres light years away nostrils that flare at the smell of fires burning bright and igneous in distant galaxies. We do not need to be carried by our crudely made rocket ships, we are already there, breathing the rhythm, and our skin warms in the expansive heat, healing the wounds of limitation.