We All Chip In

People cowering count what
they’ve lost, but surely it hasn’t

always been this way? They say
what they have (fusty,

broken-down and obsolete.)
Focused on want,

the space of lack,
lost in bewitching screens

powered by programmable
crystals in our computers,

in our bones, we resonate
unknowingly to the planted

message, rush to fill the empty
echoing places. And yet when we

slow finally heed that
wordless invitation

to hope, the power to
have what we say:

this moment, out of time,
beyond our perceived cages,

we arrive together
where we all dwell in love.

Inspired by: Fusty, Bewitching, Chip.

Published by

Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s