It's All One

What's 'one', more or less? Well, one is what we'll be, when our 'popularity'...and all the rest, have faded from the scene, when all the phony friends, and real...have melted down into one bar of 'golden ass' singularity. When we have stared 'the thing' we feared the most, the beastly, dreaded 'I Am dead'...in the eye'...and it turns and says: "You are!"

Now, I'm that close, but from what I hear...he's not so bad, and he'll let us wear his robe, cause we ain't got 'but squat' on! It's not that he is one of us. 'He is', and we are his, and he's got us by...'the short hair'. That's that...next thing you know...is a whole lot more, than 'not much'. You're 'staring from your god in heaven, as if...you were always there.

Namaste


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art:Cosmic I Am, expansion of bliss, google art