one + one = One

duality. union. two. one. the epic and only struggle we have.

one + one = two

designs the field of experience of Me/You, Us/Them, Right/Wrong. it fractures unity, projecting onto a created reality the outward forms we do not recognize as our own obscurity, our own thoughts, our own Self. this arithmetic is the origin of insanity: waging war on one another, inflicting infinite forms of hurt, blaming outer forces for circumstances we ourselves have conjured & allowed. as human consciousness makes the leap to a new level, this math cannot abide. we must switch the equation, where the seesaw of harmony is balanced on the equals sign, each side singing the consonance of indivisibility, of one + one = One.

integrating this new addition into my awareness, the inner compass has no bearing in a territory where nothing is mapped, where there are no poles. there is little consolation when life complies with a secret whisper from beyond to push me into a new way that requires relinquishing familiarity, comforts, illusions. i am pulled underneath everything, forced to recenter, to regather the disparate parts, to reckon where i was and where i am going, only to surface when i have understood, when i have learned to truly operate as my Self. even though it feels like have been losing, there is no loss flowering into wholeness.

learning to flow, to dance with the shadows, to love beyond reason; to dive deeply & embrace the monsters i made of fear. i dig in where it aches and love until it melts, merges. there is an energy that compels me to push though these places that have been stuck, like clouds that cannot release the rain. my motivation to do this is plain, simple. it's time.

one plus one equals One.

the progress is accelerating, the shifts frequent and stabilizing. i am realizing my own miracle skin, that everything i am looking for is held underneath it. grounding reality & closer to that day when behind my eyes an eternal light of love. it is our destiny. all of us. all love us. One.

southern spring

my body is aching to be touched, in a state of sustained, ardent springtide. i sit here with a cat at my feet, his tail gently whapping my right foot as my left foot lightly finds the fur on his back. a bird flutters from branch to branch in the thick of the bamboo trees, the sinking sun shimmering bronze through shifting gaps.

the light gently presses on skin like a touch of a lover, warming the earth & the air it passes through with cool soft winds that sigh, an easy sensuality that naturally rises from being nurtured, filled, taken care of; the euphoric season spiraling up into my body. an invisible force moves me. i have designed my life to listen & yield obedience to that deep inner knowingness.

my being tuned to the sweetness of everything. i feel the push of creation, the wanting to merge and bring forth new life; to reach utterly those places within that are least touched, that send pulsing communications of yearning, pleading for the way to be made.