there is in each of us

there is in each of us the truth of what everything is. nothing exists alone or unconnected,yet ultimately we are here to be that one, that totality unto ourselves even as we are the everything. this is the magic of life, to think we are separated yet to experience the unknowable union of us all. the days becomes minutes the hours seconds, i'm under the spell of not being in the moment but being in every moment completely.what is happening is all thats happening there is nothing added or taken away even if i think it is. my existence is the being, when that falls away i become a non thing a beinglessness that has no entity but the one that inhabits this shell, a zephyr of zeroes the light in the daytime, what i dont know anymore is who i was. that is vanished under the relentless becoming of what is now the undoing of who i was becoming before. the god self vanishes as well as the small self, there is only the unexperienced truth that exists without any relationship to the dream or its requirements. what is the reality but the folding of empty space into form, we become our dream exist in the unreality of time and space, only to collapse in fear because we cannot believe anything is real or not. i know when the truth fades, i have only the anxiety of knowing there used to be something but even that is just a faded memory, a conceit of habit and repetition. who has the fear or the pain, is the one you cant remember who that was. but the memories of those feelings linger like the odor of old clothes pulled from storage. i use the pronoun but sense the verb,i am the adverb of my self becoming that. wind whispers louder than i can feel and skies blue more than i can see. whoever comes experiences and then goes as quickly. in between i am. today the truth, the storm the lightning strikes and the wind whips wildly aound the circle of the well of gravity. in the end all is victim of the black hole and nothing comes out the other end. that is why love remains, to bring the remnamts back together even as we see only the tatters flying away. i touch every heart i have ever known and all the others that i know now without touching, each the miracle of love giving the light where only the blackness prevails, the one percent is the light we imagine the rest. be close to me and we can share what is never lost but always looking for finders to keep forever