I, once.

I once had a thought.
The type of thought that stems from the root of all things,
That resides in the naval.
That shows up as truth.

It had a color I couldn't define,
And a shape I couldn't see.
It spoke so softly I didn't hear it,
And it had no weight I could hold on to.

But it was a thought of knowing. 
One that rings as true. 
The only one, in fact.
It echoed a sentiment:
Of all in one,
Of one in all,
Of no ego,
No separation,
No bounds of body, or space.
It spoke to me about togetherness.
It asked me to join it. 
It screamed for inclusivity,
And it sobbed for one-ness.

I once had a thought. 
In it, there was no I.
There was no ME.
There was no MY.
And then it disappeared, as quickly as it came. 
And I was back.
And I.
Oh, I.

I long for the thought to return.
I long for the truth to uncover its burden.
It's my burden.
And yours.
And his.
And hers.
And theirs.
And ours.

The burden of the SELF.