Fragmented Man
We all suffer from multiple identity crises. We are all fragmented in many parts and struggling to find a unitary existence. The more we try to achieve singularity, the more fragmented we become.
I'm in a crisis, Living a fragmented life. A victim of dichotomy, Splintered between one and many, Broken into multiple dualities. Why? Oh why am I a splintered self? Am I the Man to conquer Nature, or The personification of Nature? Can't I be Nature and merge with it? Am I a droplet in the Ocean or The Ocean itself? Am I a part of a whole, or Apart from the whole, an independent entity? Why? Oh why am I a splintered self? When I look at the sky, I longed to become the sky, one with a blue openness. When I walk on the river bank, I pine to become the river, Flowing with her. When I watch the sunset on the distant horizon, I yearn to merge with it and become the universe. Why? Oh why am I a splintered self? Feminity remains hidden in the Man, As masculinity in the Woman. Man and Woman dwell in all, Yet, we are afraid to accept the other in us. Why? Oh why am I a splintered self? Religions teach us to love, But divides us between Us and Them, And we hate and kill each other for God. We all share one Earth, one sky, one Sun and one Moon, Yet we fight to fragment the Earth by raising walls and transitory boundaries. Why? Oh why am I a splintered self? It is one drop that created us all, And, in the end, we all will return to that oneness.
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