8.1 billion people and I am only one of them.

Today in class, I reminded the yogis to think about all the connections that were made and missed for their unique existence.

“You are the Universe in Ecstatic Motion”

oh my love, there are now over 8 billion of us here who are wearing skin over our shimmering stardust forms

and despite the arrogance

of what a few of our

fellow stardusters say

none of us are

actually from here

this is not our home

my love, we are dandelions

that grew on this green lawn

only after our seeds blew in

on the breeze

where did we come from?

I can't really remember

- but I don't think that place

was our home either

and someday when these

costumes we are wearing

start to wrinkle and warp

our shimmering stardust

will spill out through our

fading skin

~ and we will become

cosmic seeds again

~ and the wind will take

us somewhere new

this is not our home

~maybe we will never

actually have a home

~maybe we are built

to keep wandering

~maybe we are here

to travel across the universe

~ maybe we are made to

see it all - every inch of creation

~maybe we are crafted

to be endless travelers

~maybe death is just a

roadtrip across the cosmos

and if I get taken to the

next new world

by the breeze before you do

I'll scout a new location

where our roots can get

all tangled up together again

in the fertile purple alien soil

this is not my home

~ but you are, my love

you are my home

no matter

where I go next

you are my home

~ John Roedel

8 billion balls of stardust