Meditations #82

BY lisal

May 25, 2017

It is there in the eyes of a face different from ours halfway around the globe,

in the fingertips of an artisan’s handshake,

in the steady gaze of a child,

the truth that more connects us than separates us, that we can communicate deeply and without words.

That we are one family.

Travel is how we weave this psychic web.