oneness is like

it's like when a human discovers, 

one does not need to be confessional  

to know of and forgive and bless. 

that one is 

and takes that with them, 

where ever and ongoing.

it's like riding a bicycle 

but never being on one. 

or flying without wings, 

yet the wind blesses 

with its whisper of prayers.

or passing through another human

without being in a physical hug to start.

or for knowing of a thought, 

by the way it comes to feel.

even to be in receivership 

of what is a deep forest's offering,

with just every next step taken.

or having access to the answering

beyond what questioning is able to form.

how oneness is of all blood

yet held in vials of humankind.

and skin is of one parchment

yet read under sunlight 

in all kinds of colors presenting over time.

so much of passage is passing through

without the knead of narratives or account.

for now, by sensory,

oneness is just a bleed of being,

yet time will come and go

and oneness will live on . . .