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Created on: July 02, 2009
I Have Nothing
No thing is around; no thing is about me, no thing is whatever it will be, without me creating it.
I read to see things that are not there in the words, yet are created by the words that exist. Even though the ideas are put in my head for the very purpose of making things up, unseen, but real.
I have nothing inside me that isn't or hasn't been already constructed of thought and cloud and mist and origin and wholeness; confabulation is the dreamy answer that has its innards replete with sophisticated nuances that ride on the imagination and thus complete the mass known as me.
I have nothing of myself, but all is truly part of me. There is no separation between me and thee and all things. Where did I get the idea that one meant one, singular, not a part of anything else?
Even the paradoxical allegory of a god from outside us has its origins in recognizing the reality that we are all one within each of us.
The tree and bird, the bug, the lady next to you in the subwaythey are all of the same energy. Reformedformed again and then once again formed into another thing.
Use your imagination and create the wholeness of all things that are and realize once more that you and I are one in the sameholistic.
How Divine!
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