Spirit tells me that I need to learn to live in community
in a mutually satisfactory way, with all others who are
also living, or trying to live, within the same conditions.

How’s that possible where I am?

Where are you?

Below ground level, it seems, in the mud of a bog,
entangled within roots of weeds, as well as among
roots of more respected plants, who are each also
striving to live their life, their way.

All ways are one way.

Which is?

Reaching for the light.