What am I but a fragment of a whole with no ending
Ever connected by the sum of our parts
Stimulating each other with a ripple of bliss
Touched by the heart
What am I but the one and the many
All that I am, the whole of the part
Ever meaning always learning
But knowing that knowing is not the answer
Existence is all there is
Loneliness is a byproduct of the one and the whole
Therefore ignorance is a worthy invention
What am I?
I am