Evolutionary Fiction & Poetry
We were always One.
There was only One;
there never was
But just to make the sport more scary
we played at the game of adversary
and hid ourselves in mysteries
swathed in our separate histories
and dreamed of finding One.
But it was always One.
One hung upon the cross,
One sat beneath the bodhi tree
and One was good
and One was bad
and One was all thereíll ever be,
shaman and cynic, sinner and saint.
Behind the mask,
beneath the paint,
beyond the blade of arbitrary time,
there has been One,
integral and sublime
being whatever, however, whoever it chose to be,
being itself in myriad manifestation.
And, not to spoil the game,
but just to have a momentís celebration,
letís recollect with love and jubilation
that we are One.
Quickened by the course of evolution,
now, in the dark time of gestation,
within the fertile matrix of potential,
we crave our birthright,
and think ourselves unworthy and unable.
But endless ignorance
is just a fabrication,
a foolish fable.
We are the seeds of freedom,
Burst the aril,
crack the shell
and shed the husk;
extend a tentative, shimmering tendril
That is what we were conceived to do.
The light will gather you
into its limitless acceptance.
That which you are seeking
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