There are only two ways to live your life.

Loneliness: A Myth We Tell Ourselves

One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle
Albert Einstein

You see, there's a glimmer in the way light catches on dew. It speaks to you.

I tell myself - we are not alone.

There is existence within everything around us – it sings and sighs into being.

The symphony of whispers humming between leaves,
Even when they fall —Their whispering never ceases,
Morning mist shifts melodies over silent hills -
Giving voices to hidden shadows beneath stone bridges I stand before,

Feet planted firmly with hope boiling like hot tea inside me.
Listen—It says: "Life persists", through each grain that turns hourglass time.

“Every ripple against this river’s edge”, lucid dreams murmur softly
Shaking the stories loose from dormant trees

To be touched by snowflakes or kissed by rain—it would breathe life anew unto itself.

Loneliness crawls off your shoulders even among frosted winds at nightfall-Saying “Each shivering star too belongs”

Underneath love-throb pulse of universe–universe feels as hands do upon loves given form..

Seasons spin their wheel; The Moon spirals its dance threading tales for those who listen

And Earth breathes slower yet deeper under my resting head-
Affirming resounding chorus caught between space & silence whispered:

“There are no lonely Atoms in existence."

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Thank you —in humbling reverence to this gathered community—for being here; resonating within life's grand poem that we author collectively. In joining hands through language may our shared chorus ripple across tranquility’s pond affirming:

"Solitude Is Merely An Illusion."