The Eye of the One

We come out of our cubicles,

out of our discrete and one-toned sparkles,

out of our dispersal into many,

back to the eye of the One

We may spread out across the surface,

we may refract, we may go deep,

we may be graced with different reflections,

but we still hail from 

the same light source

and holographically contain the whole

And so we see we are not strangers —

could not be, could not have ever been —

in this we’ll know as we’ve been ever known,

in this we’ll see as we are seen.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 1, 2018