A sweetness flows

When I am the right distance from it all. Consciousness of consciousness, a sweet exchange, quiet inside.

There is a me, because I am made of You. A there. And a here. You.

I finally understand. I finally see.

It is a play, it is pretense of multiplicity. But it is real. Because it is made out of You. This is all You. Inside. All around. I am watching You play. 

When I am the right distance from it all. Consciousness of consciousness. A sweetness flows through it.