It is not I that deserves to be,
 a w a k e n e d  

But we. 
The more conscious,
 we become as individuals, 
the separateness becomes inseparable.

Joined, conjoined in joy, 
 of the life of others and ourselves.
When I realised what it was, 
 that it is not about me.
I emptied.
Empty now and full,
 there was nothing.
The suchness became.

And my actions,
 were not mine.
But that of ours,
 all of ours. 
We divine. 


© Krishdga    7.4.17