The Wordsmith

Poetry and Shorts by Brent Allen Bennett

The Interbeing

I am you, You are everything
A reflection hanging in my night sky
Begging me not to fall asleep

Over one million, billion
Pinpricks of light
Shining down on me
From all directions

Whether the local candle
Shines too bright
Or has been turned out
To be replaced by this satellite
Guiding me in the dark

Not that I need anything
Other than intuition
For the light comes down
In waves just like water
Set to carry me home
Even if I have my eyes closed

I am one
I am all
I am nothing
But cosmic dust
Is nothing
But pure energy

The same in you
As in me
Never created
Never destroyed
Only transferred
Merely transformed

At the very core
There is no reason
For you to be giving me
That dirty, evil eye
Even more over we
Necessarily are one and the same
I am you, you are I
We are one, the Interbeing

Our limits are manifested
Solely by our limited understanding
Of the truth as it truly be

We are of the same humble origins
In a cosmic catastrophe
That exploded in the beginning
Of this experiment existence

Creating me at the same time as you
In this great white hole
Flowing farther from the center
Only to coagulate

Energy seeks energy
Collects in pools of gravity
We will never end but we began
And are unmistakably
The same as the stars

I am free
I am of the cosmos
When this body stops
My energy will merely transform
On into the next thing
We are one
We are meandering
We are infinite

One Response to “The Interbeing”

  1. Josh Says:

    You should watch The History Channel more often.

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