- poem - It's All Relative, We're All Relatives

I had this title in my head for well over a year I'd say, maybe even longer. A line or two would drift in and out.

And now, boom! Here it is.... just decided to pop out in the space of minutes..

Third UK national lockdown probably had something to do with it i reckon...

we'll get through it...

It's All Relative, We're All Relatives

by Charnjit

12th January 2021

Brothers, fathers, mothers, sisters,

Aunts, uncles, misses, misters.

Go back

And back again

Farther still

Until you are still

For in that stillness

There is no illness

No ill will

No mean words

No avowance or vengeance

No body, mind, spirit or soul

It is a hole

And it is whole

It is a dot

That of creation

From which we are all born

Each and every nation

Be still, be home

Be heart, be love

As below, as above

As within, as without

Surrender it all

And let yourself fall.....

Into the bliss state

Be guided by fate

And we will once again

Pass through a gate

To a most loving, fantastic, harmonious fete

Keep the faith

C xx