All that is appears to us divided
There is me and you or rather
so it seems.
But I, I alone, am dead, for what enlivens
is the fullness of the space between
Vibrating with knowl – edge
It is our boundaries that hum as they connect
Ours alone self-centred on neglect,
The reason we are apart, you and I is
That we can see each other and thus – us
wholly, wholly, wholly. Whole.
Lord God Trimegistus. Ich und Du. Wir Danke.
Consciousness arises from integration, which.
Is possible only with separation