I look at you
but when I don’t realize
you in me
and don’t recognize
me in you
there’s an imaginary line
that artificially separates
me from you
and you from me
It leaves you and me back,
in blindness
not able to see
the wholeness
Whatever I crave then
Rooted in this hole of emptiness
how easily it gets projected onto you, my dream
Whatever you desire,
how easily you project it onto me, your dream
Both do we become ideas of external fulfillment
deceptively vibrant illusions
Trying to escape the emptiness
In being misled away from its source
Distracting me with the idea of you
Distracting you with the idea of me
looking into each other’s eyes
reflecting our own
emptiness
and craving
Not realizing that we cannot receive from any external source
what we have abandoned
Ever since we roam the world
searching for the idea, the vision, the memory, the experience, the embodiment of unity
which is deeply stored in the very cells of our species
any interconnected cellular organism
but through the lens of separation
there are just
the others
the strangers
foreigners
opponents
enemies
victims
culprits
This line of separation creates divided spaces
and the experience of
abandonment
desire
addiction
obsession
possession
pain
loneliness
poverty
scarcity
war
fear
And when I fear
my fear may turn into blind rage
against you in me
I don’t see
striving to gain power
to destroy the pain of abandonment
and what separates us in life
unites us in mutual despair and loneliness
And when you fear
your fear may turn into compulsive control
to suppress me in you
you don’t see
striving to gain power
to suppress my desperate rage
and what separates us in life
unites us in confinement
everyone in his self created torture chamber
I need you to create, to birth life
You need me to be created, to be born into life
Separation destroys the very ground to thrive
it opens the battlefield of competition,
of me against you
of you against me
the field of superiority and inferiority
we distort the very gifts
that make life blossom
a garden of Eden
When I abandon you
and you abandon me
when we turn against each other
we’re both lost, trapped and isolated
in a wildfire of loneliness and separateness
that eats us alive
and the purpose of our lives
becomes the fight for survival
Separation is the source of fear
the source of blindness
the very ground on which the seeds of trauma grow
and unfold into imposing battlefields
In my despair
I created you
I need you
to project all the blind rage onto you
to not feel the pain
and in not recognizing you
I abandon myself
In your despair
you created me
you need me
to attach me with control to you
to suppress the pain
and in not recognizing me
you reject yourself
rejection becomes our mutual experience
not being one
seeing and seen
through different eyes
And on the battlefield of fabricated separation
our imaginary world is burning down
and in its ashes
we will be united