A Human Experence

Sown through our lungs, through our minds, through our beating hearts, through a billion perceptions of unity, there is a thread....a rope, that weaves through the eyes of your lover, the words of your father, the tenderness of your mother, the actions of your enemy, the love of your elders, the choices of your moment.
A red rope that goes through the poor in Haiti and the rich in Bel-air, through Gandhi and Hitler, through women and men, through guru and car mechanic, through my belly button and through yours.
A pulsing red rope running thick below the thin shell of our skin
It is, universal,
unbreakable,
nondetachable...
...And it is Red

-JEM