It is possible

I got to go to the book fair last night! Each year the local hospital auxiliary collects, organizes, and sells thousands of books as a fund raiser. And each year I enjoy purchasing a bag full. One delightful purchase from this year's haul is called The Cosmic Dance: An Invitation to Experience Our Oneness, by Joyce Rupp. Today I'm enjoying this poem from it:

It Is Possible

it is possible
to become so one with Earth
that every flower
perfumes the soul,

every snowflake
sends icy softness
dancing through veins,

every drop of rain
trickles down vessels
of the heart,

every cloud in the sky
sails along
songlines of the spirit,

every earthquake
rumbles in the gut,

every tide of the sea
moves in and out of self.

it is possible
to become one
with Earth

just as it is possible
to become one
with all people,
their pain, my pain,
their joy, my joy,
their struggle and delight
an echo of my own.

it is possible to become one.

it is possible.