A Place To Return, Where We Become One

Patterns of judgements
In that we are one,
Traits of assumptions
In that we are one,
Modes of predictions
In that we are one,
Norms of acceptance
In that we are one,
Binding traditions
In that we are one,
Fear of rejections
In that we are one,
Aching isolation
In that we are one,
Shivering anxieties
In that we are one,
Holding bygones
In that we are one,
Pains of exclusion
In that we are one,
Soothing compassion
In that we are one,
Pleasures & indulgence
In that we are one,
Declaring adoration
In that we are one,
Awaiting the return
home,
In that we are one.

A rather uncommon perspective that opened up had itself flowing into the commonplace where we have always overlapped and yet not come to see. The unique blends of our shapes, sizes, colors, emotions, and psychological identities often delude us into the madness of believing that a solid one-block individual exists who has less to do with how the society has been shaped. Forgetting that in momentary responses of thought, words and actions the entire framework of this functioning is being reformed. Realizing that every individual is a link through which the chain of energy is moving along, can be the beginning of change. When we deliberately become the finishing point of all that we choose not to see in the world, the spilling over from another comes to a halt. Every person innately carries that responsibility for themselves only, and somewhere deep within we know it. Though that depth has been made obscure by the ever spreading, self created web of words that form to become comments, opinions, beliefs, rituals, traditions, communities, etc. In this grouping we find a sense of oneness or belonging as a outcome of consensus of a certain way of living. We also find comfort sharing most of our expressions with those who validate, giving us much peace. Yet ironically, taking a stand and having increasing support towards one or more particular beliefs creates hard to erase lines of separation. This is how we unconsciously get trapped into a power struggle at various levels unknowingly inviting conflict, frustration and accompanying emotions.

The ground where we are unfailingly linked is constantly present yet not visible. It is where we have the freedom to plant and grow as we wish, the place where we own everything and meet everyone. With the privilege of being granted a blank space, what do we fill from moment to moment? Is it a copy paste? From where does it originate? Practice consistently and sincerely, reaching the source of every bit of information fed into you. The discovery is worth the journey….

Beyond bodies, across borders of the mind
In that we are one.

Saachi

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