Joy

Whose tears am I crying?

I wonder whose thoughts are in my mind.

This joy that I feel – 

is it mine?

Or is it yours?

It feels like it might not matter whose 

tears or thoughts or joy it is.

It's as if some God out there 

ripped our bodies to shreds,

took our minds and 

cracked them open as if they were 

coconuts.

There is only Light shining through.

Let's Laugh.
Let's Love.
Let's Celebrate.

Let's Live.