There is no fragmentation

Only forgetting who I really am.

I can laugh at my foolishness now.

Which delights me beyond measure.

Because laughter did not come easy.

Tears and sorrow were more likely.

How rash this wounded, clumsy, tender heart has been.

Searching OUT THERE for what was never lost, only forgotten.

The best friend I need, the love that does not hurt, the father and mother and spiritual teacher and lover I always wanted is already in me.

Sacred, life-giving, spiritual energy, a river of Life.

Always there, always available, when I open to it.

And how troublesome the little minx Ego has been, hiding the Truth from me all along.

About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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