I know that instead of labels like 'black' or 'white', 'male' or 'female', all human beings should come with a label that reads 'Fragile, handle with care'.
When I make choices from a place of scarcity, it creates a sequence of events that feel slightly off, like oily chorizo burning my eye the next morning.
These are the knowing things
feel the connectedness of it
breathe with it
all that has gone before
all that is yet to come
distilled in a single moment