When you really come to know it, we are all just one
One being, ever seeking
Ever forward, always evolving
One being in search of self
In search of the other, wanting the truth
One being, from many produced
From many descended, too many going
Full of peace and love, full of turmoil and hate
Emptied of all. Bleeding for right, bleeding for wrong
Healed for a blessing
One soul ascended upon the castle wall to rise
above the fray of discontent. One soul
bleating in loud protest that one such as he/she
should exist at all 1 comment
One
One is the loneliest number
