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At times, surrounded by all we possess in the world,

(or for some, the deep lack of possessions)

we may come to feel alone.


But how can it be so?

For at every moment

we belong.


We belong

to the sweetgrass and the mice

and they belong to us;


We belong to the blue of the robin’s egg

and to the cloak of mountain shadows,


And they to us;


We belong

to the stones– the bones of the earth

beneath our feet,


And they to us;


We belong to the hypnotic song a

wood thrush offers from behind the

veil of twilight,


And to the Lynx, the Salmon

and the Little Black Ant,


And they to us;


We belong to the Earth and Sky,

and to our vast human family


And they belong to us.


That we are alone is but an illusion of separateness,

for each breath that we take

is shared with the Earth and with all things–

We are never truly alone.


Life and love are inherently about

belonging, not possessing.


                        – Michael Gambino

                           May 17, 1996

Reader Comments (3)

Beautiful truth.

May 27, 2012 | Unregistered Commentermelanie

Thank you. Thank you. From all the ants, the wood thrushes, the bones, the wood, the white tail deer, the red tailed hawks ... and me.

September 9, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterEva

wonderful and comforting

September 1, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterEva

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