I'm bored with division
Distraction from One.
Tired of being told
that defining lines matter.
Or that matter is higher
Or lower, or whatever.
I'm worn thin, stretchy at the joints.
Stretched to maximum,
Acceptance of voice,
and each perspective, I see.
I hear your rotations viewpoint.
I respect why you are here,
Yet I am over feeling fear,
Separation ... its been made clear
We are ONE.

So I go on  retreat.
I journey the darkness of me.
The Black Swan pokey, Shiney
Things. The distraction
From the rest. Its a part, and it
Must.
Though my attention here is free.

I call in my personal team.
The ones that see me,
That love me, unconditionally
Whom hear my hearts call.
I am feeling reclusive again,
And yet I know there I end.
Too deep within, and I rejoin.
I know I AM... that which makes IT
Happen.
So I keep balancing, one foot in.
The other trailing behind a cloud
of star dust and dreams.

I'll dream of you, welcome you there
And here.  Embrace your truth
Plenty of room for us all.
I'll send healing, loving energy to your
Wounds, calling them to seal.

My heart has no capacity.
Unconditionally free,
As for ME, I just got bored.
As for you, keep replaying what you need.
Results may vary