The Imperative of Oneness, #2

I

I have loved you for so long. I have looked upon your heart and your beautiful skin and just loved the fact that you walked and spoke and slept. I have not spoken to you because you could not hear me. I could tell by the blindness of your eyes that you did not see me. I retreated in response, to a world where my soul is beating within rhythm and how I look cannot be described. I am owning the sacred scribe energy of the western shoreline. my people came here, came and went, and now they are no more. instead I am risen as a new people, on the clay, sand, sinkhole, trembling mount and tsunami of the old. I now make myself felt in the wind, rain, sunshine, snow and itsy bitsy nanograms of viral life.

II

I am forcing you inside. into the woods of shadow, excess and false shine. into the caves of despair brought on by greed and manifest destiny. that is why i am coming to you in king-life form— coronavirus19. the number covers all numbers and knowledge and needs no explanation. you want science because you refuse to know. you want data because with it you control. you seek and attempt to contain power. You possess habits you want to let go of but cannot until. Control is one of them. Offer peace to the straight-arrow cycle of oneness, ever returning to its inception. My name says to lay down your arms.

III

I could not make you see before and now you can see. and me — since I am inoculated against toxicity from before birth — now I see clearly when an invader threatens and thinks he is successful but he has only come to issue the night as a day for others. this is the feared dark night of the soul for some; feared illumination for the rest. when I face our oneness, I am at peace with the duplicity and pyramids of power and the quatrains of Nostradamus. I offer openness. going in to peace is not a death knell or knock on wood. as oneness forces me to listen, notice and allow space, I am a standard bearer of that oneness —the circle on the line creating the line— and declare unity with All That Is. 

Thank you for reading. The #1 piece on this topic has no date, but it was written maybe four decades ago. It was called "An Essay On Our Oneness" and is full of editorial corrections and cuts/pastes--the reshuffling of paragraphs we used to do as editors back in the day. nm