We are deeply invested In establishing our unique individuality Setting us apart from the mediocre What we seem to forget Is that we are all connected Formed from the same Source Our lives are intricately woven Into a brilliant tapestry of unity Flowing ceaselessly together What we mistake for original Has been borne millions of times And in coming centuries will recur Our delusions are divorced From the fact that we are The collective form of One Like the stormy oceans merge Waves crashing and flowing Becoming inevitably One Our little islands of Self Created carefully with love Are merely archipelagoes Our puzzles fall together With absolutely artistically crafted Perfection and precision
All beings, whether universal or particular, were created perfect and complete from the beginning. The most one can say is that their perfections only become apparent gradually. The law of God is one; the evolution of existence is one; the divine order is one. All beings great and small are subject to one law and one order.
(Abdu'l-Baha, Some Answered Questions, p. 199)
The poem poignantly diagnoses the human struggle with separateness. Abdu'l-Baha's words offer the healing balm of divine perspective: we are not flawed fragments striving for a distant wholeness. We are, right now, inherently perfect expressions of a unified, divine reality, gradually awakening to that truth. The "artistically crafted perfection" isn't just the pattern of the tapestry; it is the very essence of each thread from its inception.
All beings, whether universal or particular, were created perfect and complete from the beginning. The most one can say is that their perfections only become apparent gradually. The law of God is one; the evolution of existence is one; the divine order is one. All beings great and small are subject to one law and one order.
(Abdu'l-Baha, Some Answered Questions, p. 199)
The poem poignantly diagnoses the human struggle with separateness. Abdu'l-Baha's words offer the healing balm of divine perspective: we are not flawed fragments striving for a distant wholeness. We are, right now, inherently perfect expressions of a unified, divine reality, gradually awakening to that truth. The "artistically crafted perfection" isn't just the pattern of the tapestry; it is the very essence of each thread from its inception.
Beautifully said, Matthew.
Being part of each other is what makes the news coming through our screens so horrific. Thank you
Love starts with us, Adrian.
It does indeed Rea
Truth here, my friend. Namaste indeed.
Namaste!
Each one of us is unique. We come from the same seed. Your poem is so refreshing. 🌸
Thank you my lovely friend! <3
Beautifully said. Most people are not aware of our oneness.
Thank you, Stephanie!
i’m love this so much rea! the message, the flow, the deep piercing into our human souls. one of my faves from you. one love.
Thank you, Pen!
Rea, your words are a beautiful reminder that even when we try to be islands, we are in truth part of one ocean.💙
That we are my friend. <3
Beautiful poem reminding us that we are definitely one and united. I love all this poem, but these lines are so eloquent and so meaningful:
"Our lives are intricately woven
Into a brilliant tapestry of unity
Flowing ceaselessly together"
Thank you, Beth! I am glad it resonated with you. <3
Such a beautiful craft of non-duality 🙏❤️
Thank you!
This line was so extraordinary:
"We are deeply invested
In establishing our unique individuality
Setting us apart from the mediocre"
What a wisdom to embrace because this alone causes so much separateness. Thank you!
I am pleased it resonated with you, Stephanie! Thank you!
Yes! Great piece, Rea.
Thank you, Jen!
A much needed message for these times.
Thank you, Stephanie. <3
Brilliant..
Beautifully written 🙏🙏
Thank you, VS! <3
Love this, and striving for connectedness is a worthy pursuit no matter what anyone says.
I agree. Thank you, Virg!
Much love.
Brilliant. I see the complexity, and the singularity of it all as well. With words I could only struggle to express how we are one. Thanks, Rea!
Thank you, Thomas!
❤️
<3 <3
Separation lies,
love’s light warms the gap’s thin ice.
Melts thought’s gauzy guise.
...
We knew it as babes,
there’s order, but not “other.”
Remember merged time.
Well said, Marisol! <3