An eye on the collapsing bridge, another on the phone. Trying to maintain connection, while we broke it long ago. Focused on the external, we lost touch with each other, ourselves, and with the whole. We created networks in the cloud and left the earthly structure to rot.
No wonder the very element that gave us life now destroys our old structures, as if to say: this no longer works. Go back to the drawing board and build something better. Build it from within, from truth, connection, love.
I know we will. We are. I believe our inner selves, and I know we can find them, beneath these muddy waters. But we have to stop raining – we have to pour.