The Oneing of Me

Nearby confusion harangued a soul,

Perhaps for 30 years, oscillating

And then, like a pleasant infection

Permeated from the walls to another place.


The repair complete,

I found myself comprised of thoughts of others

And even love within,

So confused I could not tell where I started


Or ended.


The house in the woods had become the woods

And the woods disguised the house

So were complete …

As the artist intended


Now the air and the water

Which nourishes life

For me and the plants

Have connected all in a silent, harmonic sound

A windchime of love, broadcasting its


Today the good air quality

Let’s us see each other

Feel each other

And though speech is unnecessary


We glimpse the oneness in small locutions


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