Treasure Island

Empath In flames

(29.08.1985 / Australia)

[3X2=6/3. As two becomes one]


As I meditate…
I Relinquish my consecration into abyss….
As I tune into my oneself,
I double the image of me.
As I double, & split in two. I multiply by four.
Each four I divide an additional four
And take each four by two.
There is only room for one more….
To which is now become my body, mind & spirit.

Three parts of me, in a group of one.
I break my stride and think of you.
Now I have three parts, in a group of two.
Group one of three parts. Moulds Group two of three parts.
Making a whole of Three parts. Into one Group of three Parts full.
I begin to realise that three times two is six, Divided by three is two.
And you and I are one.

~Empath~

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2008
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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  • Emancipation Planz (4/11/2008 2:18:00 PM)

    In my books, multiplication, extrapolation and revised division eventually equals procreation.10onthe2 for this one from me (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (2/26/2008 10:28:00 AM)

    How clever! I've never thought this way when meditating.... I shall have to try it! More clever is to put those thoughts into words. Well Done. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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