All One
What do you mean It’s all one? said my friend. I, he said, am different from everyone else, unique, am I not? Thinking about this I conclude ( as have many before me!) as follows. I understand my body comprises many millions of little entities, some of which are clearly free swimming little beings. Which of them is “not me” ? Which part of General Motors is not General Motors? The man on the assembly line ?, the one changing the bosses tire in the parking lot? The dust on the floor of his office? The files in the filing cabinet? Which part of the Universe is not the Universe? That rabbit? That pine tree? Myself, my apparatus standing here? My soul? The Universe is all one and I am that one, or nothing. Since it is all one, it can’t have a name, having a name implies there are other things, with other names. Clearly there is No thing, nothing here. So I am nothing, no thing, at one with the all of it.
Whatever relations I have in my daily life are all mine, my creation. My work is the work of creating myself. And when I look around, I see I have created myself to this point of being able to participate in the oneness of all, all my creation. I may judge it, find it wanting in some way, but that's the apparatus talking, not soul. No blame, I’m just doing what I was asked to do, by the Manitou, the Mystery. What I’ve got today, is what I set in motion yesterday, and yesterday I had what I set in motion the day before, and so on, right back to the beginning of time, 14 billion years ago and maybe earlier. Once It was a rock, now It walks upright and talks, all one, hallelujah!!
Donato Jan. 10 2014
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About Me
- Julio Donato Cianci
- Perth Road, Ontario, Canada
- Now age 83, too much history to write here. Born in Vancouver BC. Lived there, other places in BC, Montreal, Cleveland, Toronto, elsewhere in Ontario. Genetic inheritance, Basilicata in south Italy, and Boston via the Mayflower. Educated and graduated as a Chemical Engineer at UBC. Left that corporate world 30 years ago. Now I work every day in my writing, much of which turns into poetry that I push out into the world, over 1000 poems in 24 books so far. For the past 25 years I have met every two weeks with a group of 11 men to do some drumming, simple rituals of our place on the earth , and sharing joys and sorrows of our lives. I often write of the beauties of natural life and friendships and my upsets with how our humanity is aimed at eroding habitat for all of life on the planet. Yet I have moved from feeling threatened or in charge of other's beliefs and actions to seeing that I am not in charge of any but my own, whose source I’d best get to know. Now working to publish ebooks of my poetry and pictures. I love the young people, and the older in my life. I love my life as I follow my path I've learned to recognize.
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