Without Elbows

Life can feel heavy and hard as an extra marble staircase made just for going upstairs
And yet in presence and connection, in seeing and being seen there is lightness
While there is pain in one place, joy in another realm cannot be stopped
While there is stress from one source, there is validation from another
While the cliche'd inhumanity of man against man can hurt like hell
The cliche' that heaven is where we feed each other is stronger