Where We Merge and Meet

In a single breath, it became clear that I was an integral component of a vast reality—tiny, yes, but inseparable from the whole. When I first stepped into the circle of these individuals, I found them agreeable enough, though I felt they resided in a realm I couldn’t quite enter. I would greet them in their familiar gathering place, exchange polite words, and slip away without a second thought.

Then, in a way I couldn’t rationally explain, circumstances conspired to involve me in a group project outside the usual environment. Many of those same people were there. Day by day, side by side, we worked and talked in ordinary moments—yet something extraordinary began to shimmer. I saw how their principles weren’t just words but a way of being that guided them through daily life. A hidden dimension opened: no longer “those people,” they became dear companions. I came to appreciate their kindness, their sincerity, and found, much to my surprise, that I enjoyed their presence.

Over time, I felt the boundaries of separation crumble. The energy behind their actions resonated with a deeper awareness, like a key turning in a lock that had been sealed all my life. I wanted to understand that resonance for myself. In that moment, the notion of “them” disappeared—it was all one movement, one shared current flowing through us. From that day forward, I left behind my old dependence on numbing escapes. The desire to cling to anything that dulled this newfound clarity simply fell away.

Now I stand in the midst of this larger game—part of something endless. There was never really a distinction between “me” and “them” at all. That was the true gift: to recognize, at last, that we are facets of an unseen unity, always abiding in the same luminous field.

The Silent Key

I watched the horizon crack open,

revealing a single design behind each shifting shape.

All that seemed separate glowed from the same source,

an unspoken invitation to dissolve the dream of division.

In the stillness, a subtle voice whispered:

You are what you see,

creator resting in the heart of every reflection.

Familiar outlines blurred into radiance—

no inside, no outside, just the steady pulse of being.

In that recognition, I found the endless thread of knowing

and drifted into the shared current,

where I forgot my name,

and remembered the One.