When

When did control become the place in the middle of the podium

The blue ribbon

The medal to beat?

When did titles dictate our worth?

And money our value?

When did we lose sight of the sun breaking the sky every the morning?

And marvel at the miracle that happens everyday.

And instead try to make miracles more perfect than that.

Connection requires no struggle, no try. It just is.

And never can be lost, only refound.

Control is so human and so last year.

Creating is holy and full of all we need.

Connection is the spawn

Love is the soul.

Start with the soul and life creates itself.