The void of separation is all around me

As I walk this tight rope of union

Everything I desire has always been within

I face the mirror it was never about them

My ego sees the ways I’m separate,

A habitualist obsessed with labelled knowing

My soul just gets that everythings flowing

and it doesn’t need to prove anything

because everything just is

The way it is.

The tightrope expands into an everlasting field of the now moment and gulps me whole like a baby returned to the womb.

I’m here.