By Rachel Baird
On the subject of evolving out of a duality consciousness, and the spreading of unity consciousness-our natural state.
It is true that sometimes I forget,
Fall back into the myth of separation
That buzzing noise of this mutable world
divided, wounds exposed for the taking
or healing, by choice,
My cored apple heart left,
Seeds on the ground;
Scattered but planted that way,
By earth and weather.
Then I grow as another, new tree
with different branches, changed fruit:
Sweeter, fuller, rounder.
These roots of mine that travel above and below,
Run a course along the water's edge,
Moving from place to place,
These limbs of mine that drink in the light,
Carry essence through my veins,
Spread and reach as a bridge into the sky
Look up, look around, remember;
Truth, there is no other.