Vessel of time

Finally I can leave this behind me. The thought, of what I should or shouldn’t be. 

The dualism within. That makes it seem as if one side is prior to the other. Finally I can leave this behind me. The neglect of the part I never wanted to be. The part of me I did not wish to see. 

From when I were you.

Till whenever I remember. I am this vessel, this container of remembrance. Without the vessel there is no structure. And without the structure there is no remembrance. There is nothing first, nothing last. Nothing’s up, nothing’s down. All is. All is everywhere, all is no-where. Without structure, you wouldn’t be. 

For you is an indicator of separation. A separation of I. All would be I. You would be me as you are me. I would be you as I’m already you, to you. This zoomed perspective makes us separate. For the floor is a floor to us. But from within, it is made of all separate particles.

Time is what’s created within this vessel of structure. As a symptom of prioritizing and separation. For when everything would happen at once, there is nothing to prioritize. Everything is equally important in order for the whole to do what it does. And there is nothing, really nothing, that can exclude itself, from this.