All Is One

In birth,

the universe opens its eyes.

In death,

it closes them.

In love,

one life reaches beyond itself.

In conflict,

one life meets another

and discovers it was never alone.

The star burns.

The flower blooms.

The body breaks.

The child arrives.

The predator hunts.

The mother protects.

The galaxies collide

and become something new.

Nothing stands outside the whole.

Creation belongs to it.

Destruction belongs to it.

Joy belongs to it.

Grief belongs to it.

The hand that builds

and the fire that consumes

are movements of the same reality.

We name the fragments

because the whole is too large to hold.

You.

Me.

Earth.

Sky.

Life.

Death.

God.

Names drawn across an ocean

that never truly divided.

Love is the moment

the wave remembers

it is water.

Death is the moment

the form returns

to what it never left.

Perhaps conflict is the One

meeting itself

through difference.

And consciousness

is reality becoming still enough

to look into its own eyes.

For beneath every separation,

every beginning,

every ending,

every embrace,

every wound,

there remains the oldest truth:

All is One. ❤️⭐️