Poems From The Porch
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My Neighbor, Myself
Morning sounds envelop me:
unseen birds chirping
my own heartbeat joining the rhythm of life
Morning scents enchant me:
a smoky signature lingering from last night’s campfire
incense emitting its fragrance as wisps floating toward the infinite blue sky
Morning verses inspire me:
"They live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them,”
proclaims the Bhagavad Gita.
“Christ is all and is in all,”
states the book of Colossians.
“Love your neighbor AS yourself,”
Important to note that he did not suggest that we love our neighbors
as we LOVE ourselves
—a worthy idea, yet a common misconception that obscures the reality of UNITY.