Pondering duality

‚ÄčThink of a dog chasing its tail trying to catch itself.

I don’t think source or god or the universe or whatever you want to call it, that spirit or energy which permeates all things, you, me, we…

I don’t think it has a gender, ¬†I think that like us, it is trying to understand itself perhaps and so it has to define itself.

But how do you define that which is innately, infinitely everything and no thing?

Without giving the things meaning?

That is synchronicity.


All of these iterations, all these little bubbles of evolution and experience are dependent on each other for their existence and meaning.

If you are the sum of your experience and others form a meaningful part of that experience we really are like drops in an ocean.

All of these things make me, we.

From the ego perspective I can’t see the ocean of vast mystery, all the beauty and synchronicity surrounding me.

Original art by Rebecca Ra.


I’m a spark of life,
housed in flesh and blood and bone.
I’m boundless and eternal,
in that I’m not alone.
I’m a cell in this spirit,
a wave in this ocean.
I’m gravitational force,
and Centrifugal motion.

We are infinite, we are one.
From the smallest possible particle,
to massive masses like the sun.
From solids and gasses,
to bases and acids,
stoics to heroics,
prudes to asses.
Dark and light,
day to night
fight or flight,
wrong or right.
It’s all the same in this cosmic game.
Everyone takes it so seriously,
It’s really a shame.
How we we point the fingers,
and place the blame,
Create all these labels,
and sit at different tables.
It’s really a shame,
we don’t even realize,
we share the same name.
I am you,
you are me,