Mari Katayama 

waking life is different for us all 

but buried within our joys, 

within our despairs,

therein lies a thread 

tethering us all to the same sun, 

our universe has merely one  

our beacon of singularity 

seeing, feeling, and coming 

from the same source of light

in our whispers, and

in our chants 

lak’ech 

my light is your light 

your light is mine