I am who we are,
the only I am we all are.
Each of us a prism
arising in the biosphere,
crystallizing in the noosphere.
Oh so aching ready to be
Finally free of fear
that
you are only you
and
I am only me.
July 2008
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Respect please
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Transformation by Dialectic · "Iron sharpening iron" through more skillful conversation.
Perfect, the poem almost rises backwards out of its ending like concentric circles.
Thanks, Paul. There seems to be no end to the ways of expressing that there is only one consciousness.