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What Do You Think About When You Hear People Say That ‘We’re All One’?
by Tim Hjersted / filmsforaction.org
Sometimes I feel this in my body and it’s hard to describe. And I say ‘we are all one’ as a verbal way to describe the feeling. Other times it is an intellectual idea which I know to be true but I don’t feel it in my direct experience. But I know that when I am feeling it, it is the seed of love. Someone can be telling me about their heartache while at a bar, and I can just be with where they’re at. And I want to hug them and just express my love for them, but I don’t think it would be understood and so I don’t say it. But I wish everyone could feel this idea of shared humanity- that there is separation between us but there is also no separation. That I am in you, and you, me.
I’m imagining what it would be like if everyone partying downtown tonight had this feeling.
I’m also trying to figure out how to put this sense of ‘oneness’ into words. How could the atheist or unfamiliar person understand this idea?
Here is one way I thought of it tonight: there is only one self. All of humanity is just one person. And all 7 billion of us are all variations of the same self. Different manifestations of the same self. The core is the same but in our details our diversity is endless, like musical notes that are always playing a new song.
When I have this sense of things, it is so easy to love. But it isn’t a romantic love, in the usual sense.
It reminds me of something I thought around the time my father passed: when I forget who I am, I love you. But when I remember who I am, there is no one to love. No I. No you. There is just us. Just the feeling of love.
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But of course, Tim Hjersted still very much exists!
That is the funny thing about poetry. All these words and I still don’t think I’ve conveyed what I am getting at. On its face none of what I’ve said makes sense.
I think deeply loving a romantic partner may be one way to discover this kind of love. There have been times, when my heart was very open, that I looked into my partner’s eyes for so long that I could see myself looking back at me. I saw into her soul and I saw myself – but not perhaps me personally, though I am a part of it. But the big self. The oneness that we are all a part of.
Philosophers stone – selected views from the boat http://philosophers-stone.co.uk
Source: http://www.phoenixisrisen.co.uk/?p=10256
