Echoes of men
Long dead
Thousands of years
Ago,
Whisper ghostly
In my mind
As if they stood
Over my shoulder
As I read about
Them in Universal
Tomes.
Unity is real.
Separation
Is a lie
We tell ourselves
So we can have
This thing
Called blame.
Ideas
Skim across
The ocean surface
Of humanity
From times
And places
We have
Never been
Nor seen,
Yet
They roll
Off our tongues
As if we
On the distant
Shores
Were having
Waves lap at
The sandy beaches
Of our mind
Thinking
We originated
Them.
What does
A ripple
In the sea
Of human
Consciousness
Have to do
With you or
Me?
Can a single
Water molecule
Make any difference
In an ocean,?
The answer is yes
If he thinks a thought.
Then every
Other molecule
Arranges
To the pattern
Of the thought
Under a microscope
And
It happens
Even faster
Than a
Ripple.
