You, Me, One and Only.

How does the pretense end?

One way is to reverse the direction

Of our attention,

Turning from the branches of the tree

To the trunk,

From the periphery

To the center, the core.

The pretense goes on

For awhile yet

But, here again, there again,

We get

A taste

And a meal

Of the Unlimited One

We are: Near, not far.

Near: Not far.

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