The All of Every Thing

Photo by emteekay

And in the stillness—
above a lit valley, wings open wide,
I understood.

This isn’t just my pain.
This isn’t just my story.

None of this is linear.
There is no timeline.

Only water—
ripple and stone—
and I am all of it.

I’ve been the abandoned
and the abandoner.
I've been the murdered
and the murderer.

The child reaching
and the hand refusing.

The screaming voice
and the apathetic silence.

I have done all the things.
I have been all the people.

Not to be punished—
but to remember.

Across lifetimes and dimensions
I’ve lived every expression of love and fear.

And it’s not about forgiving each one.
It’s about becoming neutral enough to hold them all.

Not with indifference—
but with the purest love:
the kind that holds everything
and turns away from nothing.

Sovereignty isn’t something to take back.
It's something I have always carried.

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