They come, they stand among the tables of the coffee shop,
and they start singing.
Some people are staring at them as if they were
creatures of lower value.
I just look at them
and those who look at them.
And — damn! — I know that we are all of the same substance.
There is nothing that makes us superior or inferior to others.
We just stand on a different point of the expansion’s route.
But the full expansion won’t be accomplished unless we all see
the illusion of dichotomy as it is; an illusion.
The core… The core is all that matters. And the core is One.
Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives