I respect my aloneness. I am not apart
From the magic surrounding me. Each breath I take
Is reflecting what I behold as I believe
In a world more fantastic than I could conceive.
Can I do such with others without much heartache?
There would be much less known and much more to kick start.
I am but one antenna with one vantage point
Defined in this reality as separate
From all other transceivers within the same void
Of a chaos of consciousness most humanoid.
Should my being alone be something to regret?
Those who long for this freedom may nature anoint.
I exist in an acorn that hangs from a tree
In a mystical forest bathed in golden light.
All the world that’s around me, I’ll take with a grain,
Or a fractional part that produces no pain.
When I do hang with others, I do so with sight
Of my true self distinguished from all there’s to be.