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
- Author: Saxon Crow ( Offline)
- Published: April 6th, 2022 01:38
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Comments5
Yes, you are.
Andy
I really like this . A nice interesting writing , crow ) we all have different parts of ourself I guess ,
Thanks VB (nice name change). Maybe we do but we are all the same at the same time.
Yes , I think sometimes I can feel more ‘ fragmented ‘ sometimes .. well I do have dissociation ., so sometimes I feel that feeling of being separate or incomplete .. thanks , yeah , I prefer the name violet bluebell .. I love the colour purple
Good write SC.
It's easy for each one of us to overcomplicate our existence in todays society as we bless ourselves with our self-importance. But at the ond of the day we are all just members of a colony.
'What am I?' The most straightforward as well as elaborate query one encounters in life. Simplistic beauty!
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