Oneness

In every breath, the present born,
lies oneness, still, from us forlorn.
Not far away, not in a dream,
it is the light, the silent gleam.
The “I” that separates is thin,
a fleeting mask of truth within.
Let go, and quiet, clear and bright,
what’s left is wholeness in the light.
Be still, be here, and be complete,
don’t lose yourself in ego’s beat.
No judgment, no controlling hand,
just flow, like water on the sand.
The seer is the sight itself,
the oneness shines from inner wealth.
In all you see, you’re never two,
for oneness is and always true.
So fall into this gentle light,
the falsehood fades in simple sight.
What stays is silence, pure and free,
in every now — just unity.