I am all people,
all people in all of time.
Oneness,
before the sense of urgency,
before any suppositions of pain.
I am the composite of all views,
before view was a means,
before language was need.
I am of all things,
before reference was method,
before there was way,
before notice,
before feel,
before dimension had time.
I am the surrender
of all people as separate destiny,
the surrender of separate origin,
the surrender of relative sense,
the surrender of expectation.
I am even before sorrowful
in the arms of result.
I am all people,
without meeting or consensus,
without self consciousness
as self-concern.
We, you and I,
are all people,
without leaving my heart,
nor you,
yours . . .
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