A Meditation on the Apocalypse (the unveiling)

As this virus sweeps through the globe

leaving a trail of bodies in its shadow,

It is unveiling truths of each of our own embodied existence. 

As the veil between realities of different bodies turns more transparent,

I am present with the truths that not all bodies have the same life expectancy

that there are historical lines that determine our lifelines–

social determinants of longevity.

As the veil between life and death turns more transparent

May we see each other a little more clearly,

A little more preciously.

May this virus not keep us divided

but rather bring us closer to lifting the veil of delusion.

The veil that engraves the lines–

That become the stratification 

That become the “essential” workers

Who don’t receive essential healthcare or wages–

that determine the line of our lives

and how long they will run.

May we extend a lifeline out to one another

to truly value our lives

so that black, brown, queer, and poor folks’ lives

really do matter.

To draw new lines and policies that redistribute power

In a way that connects us

to the preciousness of each one of our existence

and the preciousness of this one earth.

May we be reminded that

We belong to each other.

We belong to ourselves

We belong to future generations.

May the lineage emerging from this time be 

A lineage of belonging

A lineage of love

A lineage of renewal

A lineage that imagines new possibilities,

New ways of being together

New ways of being bodies together

Let us embody together.

Let us remember and renew.

Let us lift the veil and uncover

A new way of living together.