We are all leaves of one tree
We are not separate, we never were.
We are threads of one great web, notes of one vast song, waves of a single vibration, light of the same eternal Source. And yet, we walk blind. Separation feels real because we trust only what our senses show and what we have been taught to believe.
Our eyes gift us color, yet hide the unity behind form. Our ears carry sound, yet conceal the silence from which it arises. Our senses are both miracles and masks, allowing us to taste, touch, and see the world, while deceiving us into thinking there is “me” here and “that” out there.
But what we experience is not reality as it is, it is only a version created in our minds. Like dreamers lost in a dream, we mistake shadows for substance, forgetting that the dreamer and the dream are one.
This is why sages have said: life is illusion. Not because it isn’t real, but because we are not seeing it whole. Each of us is living in a self-made world, a limited fragment of an infinite truth.
And truth is unity. All is one, and one is all. Whatever you do to another, you do to yourself. Whatever you withhold, you deny yourself.
Yet everything around us, culture, education, even religion, teaches division. The illusion of separation is the greatest blindness of all.
So, awaken. Open your inner eyes. Begin the journey inward, where the Source is waiting. There, beyond the veil of perception, lies the radiance of truth, the magnificence of being, the remembrance that you are not apart, you are part of all.
No one can walk this path for you. No book, no belief, no teacher can replace your own awakening. The invitation is yours alone, the doorway is within, and beyond it waits the boundless beauty of existence itself.
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Author: Maurice Correa
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