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We Are Not So Separate

A poem by Emma Brachtenbach Last night, I slept upon the springtime, mountain ground and thought about the universe. Under the ancient constellations I pondered the possibilities of sacredness and secular creation and my mind just wouldn't stop turning. Like how beautiful would it be if god was genderless and endlessly gendered all at once because then religion could be constructed as truly all encompassing. More than bodies and how we can compartmentalize human beings. And what if the earth was our original mother: heart beat ringing beautifully every time a new soul slipped from the dark womb of the mother who made us into the light and ...