The Cord

the cord was cut
a long time ago,
when I came to life
to be human so -
when I lost touch
with my self and You,
for my birth was my death
and the death of Truth;
where was the cord
that bound me to You,
as I wandered around
looking for You?
a separate identity
was all that I had,
pain, fear and loss,
a deep grief inside;
until I saw that
You're there everywhere!
pregnant and poised
in the womb of Life;
I found the connect
in the dance inside
as I look without,
the cord's rooted inside!