Harmony

I have been on a cleanse

For some time now.

I empty myself

Of what should be

And selectively consume

What is

In case you’re wondering,

I feel pretty healthy.

 

Alone in my cabin

In the company of tickling ants,

Biting flies, and stinging mosquitoes.

Hold on a minute,

I thought I was alone.

What a trick

This idea of solitude is.

Entering further

Into the dark depths

Of the Self,

All around

I see

The jagged edges,

The murky ground,

And the broken might

Of my inner world.

Now, bruised, dirty, and limping,

I embrace the light

This darkness brings.

The stream of Life

Flows,

Engulfing the material

And cuts mercilessly through

The spiritual.

What can stand in the path of

Life’s singular purpose of Oneness?

I crawl to the edge

Of our Oneness

And attempt to jump over

Into the stream of individuality,

To live my own Life.

I am not alone.

All around me,

Billions moving as one

Unaware of the edgeless edge ahead

That falls into the single “my own Life.”

I surrender.

For me,

There is no escaping our unity.

Walk gently upon the Earth.

Watch your step, please.

I have countless siblings

Who live low,

Expressing their wisdom

About being grounded.

So, please.

Watch your step.

Walk mindfully.

Thank you!