Oneism

My soul admits I am guilty
of that which is forgiven.
My mind swallows the confession
and my body digests it into truth
and I am once again
without hate,
without fear.

Each moment I awaken
into a lighter shade of understanding.
A softer compassion.
A quieter voice.
A simpler existence.

I glow in this illusion.
I infect those immune
to the knowledge of their nature.
I embrace my vastly small
individual many,
and guide them to one.