The Myth of Duality
They tell us life is black or white,
A narrow path of wrong and right,
A fractured world of here and there,
Of sacred heights and depths of despair.
Duality, the veil we weave,
A feeling taught, a truth deceived,
A man-made chasm, vast and broad,
That paints God as a separate being.
This myth of two, this world apart,
Is but a story of the heart,
A tale of minds that misconceive,
And seek to name what they cannot see.
But oneness lives beyond the claim
Of form, of thought, of word, of name.
It is no concept to be known,
No boundary drawn, no seed that’s sown.
It is the thread, unseen yet near,
That binds the stars, the earth, the tear,
A presence felt, an endless sea,
The truth of pure reality.
The self dissolves, the borders fade,
As light and shadow intertwine,
A unity, not built nor made,
But ever-present, ever-divine.
And when we see the whole as one,
No parts to sever, none to shun,
The myth of duality will cease,
Replaced by stillness, love, and peace.
For life is not a war of two,
But all as one, both false and true,
A living oneness, vast, profound,
A cosmic dance where none are bound.
Inspired by a sermon by Rev. David Howard on January 5, 2025 entitled “God’s Nature is Our Nature”
