the role of being 'al-one' in the game of 'being all one'

it speaks for itself that a long post that i had written just simply disappeared and i start again - obviously i am meant to formulate this quite differently? 
there is no such thing as 'all of us being connected' before we each one of us are not connected to ourselves. the journey there (and for most of us a journey indeed is involved in finding ourselves) isn't all that pleasant. introspection, and brutal honesty with self, is a key ingredient. i compare it to the traditional japanese tea ceremony in a purposefully built tea house, where you, the visitor/guest, crawl through a tiny opening into the interior of the house, leaving outside all that you thought was you, material and non material stuff. aren't we terrified of the thought to be without our job, without our house, our car, our family, our city, our country - just one 'me'. and take this even further, by observing who it is that is looking at this 'me'... 
who would you otherwise suggest that others should actually connect to/with ? who and what, if not to your essence, your soul, the undiluted truth -warts 'n all. 
have a shopping spree through this poem here below, pick out what you can for today and notice, next time when you stand in a queue somewhere how it may feel different as far as 'connectedness' is concerned, how it becomes easy and effortless to 'visualise and imagine' humanity in the near future all actually being connected... sense this energy grid, the mer.ka.ba, the divine matrix, the global coherence or simply this unconditional love, with all else left outside that little tea house, way back in the past.



 Love after Love (Derek Walcott)
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life. 



until next time


love and light
p.s. re 'game' : life is actually meant to be fun! you thought otherwise?