We all breathe the same air, the trees know it; the Earth’s lungs give us sustain.
I inhale elements the spirituals, the inspired, and the intellectuals used for greatness
—those molecules run through my brain.
Every race and creed, gender and creature relies on the same vein.
Even that light keeps the Lungs alive, helped Hitler survive.
Are we not all equal then? —Life maintain.
The particles are eternal:
I am in the beginning, I am in the end;
I am in Christ’s children, they are all in me.
I am no less than greatness and no more than death.
Every moment matters, I breathe it in,
we are a living organism—one Earth and one Sun.
Maybe that is why they call it “universe,”
we are all but one word: