We appear to come
into this world quite
oblivious to other,
all being but an
extension of one
self, insofar seen.
By the time we are
five we know too well,
the world is either
for or against, so
we say yes or no,
in accord . . . our love.
We all love something
if it’s but the bit
that’s going our way.
If we will start there,
we might then see, what’s
not aligned with us
proves the very path
to our freedom from
wanting the other
to be just like us,
not only twine, twin . . .
when, to love other
we must love our self.
Then, only then, we
doth know . . . twoless Self.
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