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There is no Separation

You have never been separated.

Between the idea of your

birth and last breath

You have been wrapped in the air

of the Divine even as it

courses through your veins.

Your maker is not your master.

You were never a servant,

divided by any command.

A speck of Him was not divvied up

so that you could just have

a little bit

of love.

Every breath, every blink,

curse, laugh and cry is

you, God.

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