how diamonds are made

There are so many humans entering this planet

Why are we coming

Why are we here

Why do we keep coming

Into this plane of compressed existence

Of push and pull of down and up of right and left

Yes we know there is unity, unitive consciousness and center and radiance beneath it all

Yet we need to go/we need to allow direction/the compass

We need to feel the pressure against our skin and against our heart

We need to vibrate with laughter and tears

With racking sobs and sighs that move our diaphragm quickly and spastically

With deep sighs and moans and soft smiles that float our organs and without effort release our breath