let truth come through
no need to judge it
it doesn’t need to be anything but what it is
a tree intrinsically knows it is growing into a tree, doesn’t judge or envy a rose, it just grows if it has the means to.
if a flower wanted to grow into a tree, it would have to die, become part of the earth and feed the seed of what it wants
be as it is
Originally, we were all as one, then
We divided and became two.
Those too divided to become four, and
After yet another divide, we grow to eight.
If we continue to express that which is
With more and more divided perceptions
Our divisions exponentially increase
With continuous lack of exception.
For just three more equals sixty-four, and
Three more after that makes us five-hundred-and-twelve.
And then what?
Continue the cycle one more time and observe
How many of us are divided by the lines.
Do we fathom all it takes is
Twelve quick divisions of the whole
To turn us into a multitude of
And why can we not remember,
As we reach chaotic complexity,
That we were once one, and carried
Infinite affinity for one another?