Without Within (Lost at Sea)
I was a child lost at sea, because they couldn’t see me.
I was a child dead inside, they suffocated me alive.
They ignored my screams, ignored my plea. But soon they would see, they had underestimated me.
So with pure belief I worked, I knew I was more. I did everything to prove that I was less than, well, worthless.
I climbed trees with fins and swam oceans with tied hands. Until I began to understand.
I could not fill the cup.
So I examined it closely, is it cracked I thought? Or is it getting bigger? I looked closer still.
Was the cup was an illusion, I was unwittingly proving?
And then I saw more. And more. And more.
The cup was full with air and I am right there!
I AM the cup.
I AM the water.
I AM the air.
And now. I AM everything, everywhere.
I never needed more, I just needed to see, that everything is a reflection of me.