One.

More than none.

But just by

An infinite mass of small points,

Of an all-things-of-all-time One.

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One way to be yourself

As a free-floating piece of dust suspended in a cosmic moat in a subtle place in outerspace

One way to be yourself, because that’s all there is

Broken away as a singularity that is forever entwined with a lineage as old as time

Our heart sending rippling energy through an innerspace as profound as the stars are large.

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One no-self and all-self and all-other all-together.

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Infinite ways to feel our exploding heritage at this figment of a point in history

but just one way to be -

one way to breathe deep, look up, and feel an infinite overpowering calm brought on by the paradoxical smallness and greatness and significance and subtlety of the great wide open tiny looking glass mirror that is the unifying universe looking back at itself through our own glowing eyes…

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You and everything

You and nothing else

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Just One.