Harmony of One
is the chaos of nature.
The forest viewed as disorder
is a forest completely, unseen.

Regardless of your argument
that sees flowers separate from bees,
Life cares not how you want it;
without them both, all would cease.

The mind sees two
when there is only -the obvious one.
Nothing ultimate in its departure;
for all things, already done.

Even the play of what you are,
appearing chaotic at times.
Just like in the forests, the
sun only pretends not to shine.

It is the fearful mind,
that demand things be organized.
Not recognizing the dance,
of all the instruments
in this symphony of the divine.

You are not 10,000 pieces;
You are the forest in Harmony.
Relax into this unfolding, and
you will see Life’s poetry.