a tiny part

A tiny part of the vast whole
Had a tiny thought one day,
Which grew in magnitude.

So great was the power of this tiny part,
A world was created in which
It dreamt itself alone and
Separate from the whole,
Surrounded by other tiny parts,
Participating as the norm
In pure insanity

Thus, was born
Loneliness,
Suffering,
Fear
and
Great limitation,
Fortified by
Guilt and Sin,
Sanctified
By sacrifice.

Veiled in clouds of concealment
Carefully constructed by this tiny part,
God was no more,
Merely an illusionary hope.

Yet, in each breath the part partook
Did Life and God still abide,
Obscured but ever there,
Constant, sure, eternal.

When the insanity of the dream
Was realized,
The tiny part
Found Itself Home,
Having gone nowhere,
Home in the Heart of
A laughing whole
Joyfully declaring,
“You betrayed me not at all.”