There is no other

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Quote gelbDoes the perfect relationship come from the unity of all things, is the struggle of humanity to find consolation within relationships a cry for the perfect, a desire for the unseen, the human scene merely an imperfect circle reflecting upon a perfect spiritual being, already connected to everyone, so connected there is no other, just one?

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Relationship

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quotation rotWe talk of relationship. Consider if you will that word? Consider how discussions surround and slice and manipulate and dissect and probe our sense or our opinion of what a relationship is or should be.
Yet is not an opinion of a perfect relationship similar to the concept or imagining of a perfect circle? We understand and can imagine that circle, yet we cannot express the same in the human world, no matter how disciplined the equipment or intricate the detail or precise the process, still it is flawed. Yet how is it we can even comprehend a perfect circle?
The fact we can understand and imagine an imperfect circle must be itself prove the existence somewhere of the perfect circle?
So could it also be true of relationships, we play and dissect with opinionated views collected through a thousand instances with our own concept of perfect relationship, perfectly flawed but by itself perfect proof of the perfect relationship?

Does the perfect relationship come from the unity of all things, is the struggle of humanity to find consolation within relationships a cry for the perfect, a desire for the unseen, the human scene merely an imperfect circle reflecting upon a perfect spiritual being, already connected to everyone, so connected there is no other, just one?

Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; all rights reserved

I am innocence

THE TERROR OF AWAKENING
by justme

I am innocence, yet I know not what that is.
I see the shapes and colours of the flowers, the trees, the butterfly.
I am innocence, yet I know not what that means.
Can you not see what I see? You are taller than I.
Can you not see much more than me?

I am innocence yet I know not what that is.
I see you all. I am not sure of time, of days, of nights.
I do not plan to sleep, mother plans my sleep.
Do not make me afraid for I am innocence
Touch me not, for I am innocence.
Yet I know not what that means.

I am joy, that’s what I live to be.
I am happiness for I am free,for I know no other way.
I see you, why can you big people not see me?
I am called innocence, yet I know not what that means.
Please, please do not hurt me, for I am innocence.
I am.
Let me BE. ∞

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