Oriental Unity

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The individual is single yet

Is indivisible, the small immense,

The whole where individual is set,

Cohering like an inlet, lacking fence

From continents, not separate between

Them, all contiguous with each

Despite geographers whose minds are keen

To make distinctions.  Every coastline’s beach

In this reality melds continents

And more, all masses of their land conjoined

And, even more conjoined with seas’ consents,

The single soul with one great soul rejoined.

  It’s like a paintbrush learns at last to paint

   Itself.  We all are one without restraint.

~ Phillip Whidden