Oneness

When oneness is but one,

The planet seems overwhelming.

To be at one

With all there is,

To know you are

A part of the one,

Gives a feeling of life.

Such a vastness of hope,

This speck called earth,

Yet…

The vibration of connection,

That knowing you are somehow

A significant part of the world’s whole,

Is such a roar of silence,

A musing for the impossible

Made real by the gentle muting

Of the aura,

That indescribable

Undulation of aliveness

That becomes so precious

In one’s distant memory,

That for the moment

Oneness has become

But one

Becoming a nothingness.

Such is the loneliness

Of the survivalist’s pause,

The hesitancy to reach out again,

To regurgitate the bile,

The painful compromises

That have left one as part beingness

 of nothing.

Oh…

For the privilege of being

At one with all again.

Just once more.