Humpty Dumpty
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Humpty Dumpty
As I look within my sometimes chaotic inner world
faces seem to float to the surface presenting themselves.
One appears with a look of contempt,
another follows and says I am anger,
then yet another visage announces I seek love,
and so it goes a long procession of inner selves,
arrogance,
pride,
humility,
love and yes hate,
saying deal with me or the world will end.
Like children saying give to me now,
only this need or want important,
all others can wait.
It wearies me at times
yet I often feel compassion for these inner selves
fragmented aspects of who I am,
for I at times feel that way
as if I am merely bits and pieces
scattered over the cosmos
unable to piece myself back together again;
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.
Yet who or what is it that observes all of this
seeking understanding?
Who is it that sees the many faces or selves surfacing,
indeed who are the ‘selves’ that appear and then sink?
What is it that knows of fragmentation seeking wholeness,
and again,
when this observer is quiet
who is it that observes that silence?
Ever expanding watchers it seems resides within as well
as the floating faces arising from the inner chaos.
Where is God in all of this?
Is separation even possible,
for transcendence and immanence are one,
so if this be true,
am I one?
God is one,
what does that say?
I think I am afraid to say what it means,
for the freedom and love offered too much
for my still fragmented soul.
One day perhaps
I will finally give my ‘fiat’ and open that door,
then that fragmented self will end,
cease,
be no more
swallowed up in the one;
life,
expansion eternal.