February 5, 2021

I was always searching

for connection.

I felt so small and separate,

So vulnerable.

I felt incomplete,

and longed to feel a part of something more ..

to feel a part of the whole!

But here's the thing..

to feel a part of the whole

is confirmation that I am apart

from the whole.

Simply a fragment,

a piece,

a shard,

a scrap ...

simply not whole,


The illusory sense

that I am me

is the fragmentation.

I am is the separation

of the whole

into me

and everything

and everyone else.


 This has no parts.

 This is wholly and



Perfection is simply


It was just an idea I had

about how this could be improved.

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