Imagine....

A sheet of paper
Blank
New

A pencil
Hold the pencil
Touch it to the paper

A point
The point where life begins
Spirit

Draw a line
To another point
Body

Turn, drawing another line
To yet another point
Thought

One more line
Back to the point
Where pencil met paper

A triangle
Representing you
For an instant, there is peace

Understanding
But
Is there more?

Encircle the triangle
A nice, neat package
All represented
All that is you
And all that is everthing else
And the circle connects

But

But

If all you are is in the circle
If all you are is the triangle
Then we can never really touch
Ten billion lonely triangles

Until

Until

The eraser

Erase the lines
Color outside the lines
Tear up the paper
Stop trying to be

And just be

Just be.