If I am you, and you are me

Why can’t we be infinitely free?

In the quiet before birth, there is only One,
An endless ocean, silent, alone,
No form, no mirror, no need to be seen—
An infinite stillness, unseen, serene.

But in that boundless sea, a pulse, a breath,
The One becomes Two, divides unto depth,
And so, in darkness and light, begins the play
Where I meet you, and night meets day.

In the echo of the two, I see myself,
A stranger’s face where I once felt self.
Duality born, we dance in disguise—
Boundless potential within separate eyes.

“If I am you, and you are me,
Why can’t we be infinitely free?”

Yet in that division, we lose what we are,
Wandering in shadows, from truth left afar,
The few seek to rule, to bind and control,
Forgetting the unity, the whole of the whole.

The many grow weary, the question still burns:
What is this freedom, for which our hearts yearn?

Then comes the third, the whisper, the calm,
A space in between—a union, a balm.
The One and the Two meet in balance, in grace,
Rejoined in the Ternary, a threefold em…