I watch others move as if drones,
going about their rituals in some repetitive fashion,
creating drama where there is none
as if that is a cure for their mundaneness.
I see some obsessed with thoughts,
telling themselves through demanding of others
that somehow they have the answer
to the evils of the world.
They judge themselves through their judgments of others,
they complain about themselves when they forget who they are,
they hate themselves as they bomb others into submission,
this hate cleverly disguised as some dramatic love they swear to so strongly.
They act with bravado when at their weakest,
they protest in others the same in themselves.
They work so damn hard to be separate from One,
then eagerly complain about the suffering that difference provides.
I shake my head in utter disbelief and then…
I realize I am staring at others as others are staring at me.
We are all shaking our heads at the other’s dismay
Two peas in a pod as the wise like to say.
I am not separate from you.
You are not separate from me.
We are no different except in that which we create.
You are my blessing, you give me the opportunity to see what I am,
I have always just needed to look, to see, with eyes so shut as to see for the very first time.
Imagine if I could just experience that which I know.
That you are me and I am…you.
Do the branches of one tree hate each other?
Do the droplets of water in the ocean push each other away?
Do two peas in the pod share such wisdom this way?
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