Poems From The Porch
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The Ocean of Being
is not created from autonomous drops, and
the Body of Being
is not made up of self-sustaining cells.
An autonomous, self-sustaining self
is an illusion.
The Whole of Being
cannot be divided because it is no-thing at all.
Let not your insubstantiality invoke fear.
Take comfort, instead, in your interdependent, interbeing.
Being is a Process,
not a product;
a Verb, not a noun.
Love is the energy that motivates Creation.
Let go of your pride
in what does not exist.
There is nothing to defend.
Go with the Flow.