to a realm ruled by
conflict is only real
in a realm that itself… isn’t.
distance and separation
are fabrications that keeps
togetherness is not a goal…
(that’s a point.)
it’s an acceptance.
a surrender of choice
to return home to a natural state.
in a kingdom where consumption is law
nature will always be distorted
by an energy constantly
submerging itself between the fabric
of pure love and compassion.
that dark matter making up most of
our known universe according
to science. a recognition of a wedge
masquerading as a bridge.
leading only to comprehension
of the germane banality exuded by an
existence dedicated solely
to the championing of the individual self.
being autonomously whole is dependent on lacking something you intrinsically need another to complete.
i guess you could
call this unfortunate
if you feel the need to revel in
but in essence there will always be
someone waiting for you to come back.
should you choose to dwindle
in an infinite abyss
you will still eventually return
to your nomadic journey home.
complete yourself as you see fit,
then become whole.
but to constantly reject another as
imperative is only to turn into your
own shadows for understanding,
or worse, company.
they may appear vast in quantity
as light hits to multiply
their allure, like a twisting diamond
projecting many colors
that are all really one.
they may be long in shape,
but thats only if you
lack a central understanding of being.
chasing temporary items
and people to replace
everlasting wholeness will always
lead to a feeling of lacking.
what minds are designed to
comprehend will never mirror the image of our souls infinite knowledge.
to know yourself is beautiful.
to hold your complete other is absolute