The Sum of Its Parts

Sunflower field and butterflies

I wonder,
how on Earth did it all come together?
How did it all start?
Was it the monkeys,
God?
The aliens from outerspace?

Somehow it all worked out,
and here I am
and here you are,
marveling over our own imperfect perfections.
Combined elements of earth, fire, water, metal, wood, air…  
All of them are part of who we came to be.

363.000 nerves vibrating in synchronicity,
wired brains,
the all-combining flesh,
the pump that never stops called Heart,
the veins circulating vital sanguine fluid,
limbs that feed us, carry us around,
solid bones and joints that hold it all together,
flexi-muscle tissues giving us strength,
all the inner organs serving every night and day…

Seemingly simple yet profoundly complex,
this reality of each and every one of us,
irrespective of our age, religion,
gender, color of our skin, affinity,
belief system, level of awareness.


The sum of all its parts.

The sum of its parts
is always greater than the parts when taken separately.
Every part is tuning in and out.
A harmony of elements,
more enchanting than their parts.
The universal symphony,
greater than its notes,
reverberating in timeless harmony.

The almighty mind,
the brilliant thinking brainpower,
the tool of creation, destruction, completion,

acceptance, rejection, separation, reflection, perception,
causing our heart’s palpitation, expansion, contraction.
Forming, abandoning beliefs,
the web of countless thoughts,
continuously shaping or dissolving habits.
The bank of memories that come and go.
The sum of all its parts.

Desire to separate, dissect, analyze, prognosticate.
Failing to recognize the “I” relationship,
the wonderful amalgamation melting all together.
All the parts of my body, the milliards of micro-beings that inhabit my abode,
the heartbeat and my motion,
my breath and my commotion.
Plentiful ways, I am able to perceive,
to process information, to seek confirmation.

Your voice that makes me tingle,
your love that stokes my fire,
your touch I so desire.
The joy we share, innate.
The power to invoke.
Connections that our bodies make,
allowing to impress, express, rejoice, create.
The joy of subatomic particles when we accept.
Essentials are invisible to eyes.
What matters, always flows through our hearts.
The sum of all its parts.

The mother and the child,
one giving life to other,
continuously forming matter.
Nature, striving to do better
for the sake of evolution.
The sum of its parts is its contribution.

The glue between all forming parts of the whole,
the ubiquitous love.
There would be none of what we are,
what we have,
what we think, or appear to be,
if it wasn’t for the Mother’s love,
holding, binding, keeping everything together.
The intricate fabric of life.
Not a single bacteria would thrive without the mother’s heart.
Billions of unions between the soul and matter,
one rotating planet full of life,
no matter what the weather.
Velocity of energy buzzing around the clock,
hearts beating,
lungs grasping for precious air,
ears listening to your eternal song—
sharing, caring for each other,
for every form that life on earth assumes.

Tears of gratitude that I can be alive,
to have a heart to feel,
to reciprocate your love, to heal.
The sum of its parts and the magnitude that puts me in awe.
The force that binds us all together,
one mighty soul,
split into billions of different forms,
every single one complete perfection, reflection of the whole.

I breathe in, I exhale, I smile, I feel complete.
Thank you, life, for this experience,
for the opportunity to have the choice.

In holding

one tiny grain of sand
in the palm of my hand,
I hold it all.

I look at one single wild flower,
and I see all the beauty there is to see in the world.

It may take ages to get there,
but it only takes one moment in time to realize eternity.

It only takes a heartbeat to understand creation,
to know what God is all about.

For a moment,
I invite you,
to forget the everyday ways of the world 
and recognize that you are beyond duality.
You, awakened one who cannot see the truth of externality
through the distorted lens of separation caused by fallacy—
the one who dwells beyond plurality,
firmly rooted in unbreakable, unshakable, unified reality.

Realize that equanimous is godliness.
When you take no sides,
you cannot be conquered or divided.

No form, no time, no space
can ever take away,
the cognition of who I am. I am the sum of all its parts.

YOU ARE, therefore I AM.

The Poet’s Flow

Waterfall and sunrise

It’s all right here,
at the tip of my fingers.
All I have to do
is take my favorite pen
and spill it over.

Words flow,
water flows,
blood flows,
tears flow,
sweat flows.
Emotions, love, time, thoughts, days,
impressions, music, memories, life…
all in perpetual flow.

When it doesn’t flow,
we get stiff, clogged up,
ready to explode, erupt.

I have to let it go,
let it flow.
I have no choice but to hold
on to my silver pen, spill my ink,
and take the plunge
so I can open up my clogged-up sink.

And you, my dear,
who dwells behind your lovely, gentle pair of eyes,
soaking in the world around you,
what would your life look like
without your pair of priceless gems?

Thank them for giving you the sight
as you soak in all the beauty that surrounds us,
calling us forth, embracing us, every step, every breath.

My life is full of vibrant colors,
yet sometimes all I see is black and white.
If only I was wiser,
if only I would learn to be more grateful,
and count my blessings while I still can…
Why do I make you suffer?
How on Earth can I be so cruel
towards myself, to you, to those around me?

Will it ever be revealed?
The true site of tortuous monsters
that feed on the misery of others?
Self-imposed.

Calculated starvation is the key to set the monsters free,
for they do not belong to you or me.
Set them free so you can set yourself free!

Remember what it feels like to be free,
invoking the moments of joy, lightness, love, and hope.

Take a brush
and paint your canvas with the colors of the rainbow.
Let it spill all over,
surrender, let it stream.

Enter your innermost bliss
through the symphony
of your unique colorful harmony.

Let your signature exude your innermost joy,
the one that draws out your smile,
your shine,
the glory of your innermost being—
the one that transcends all your hidden monsters.
Let the battle for victory begin!

Be content, grateful, and liberated,
in knowing you are dearly loved
by allowing to be loved…
Yes, that kind of love.

Allowing to be loved, the monsters fade away.

There’s no pressure.
Just show up,
open up,
lift up your spirit,
and let it flow.

We are all a bit afraid of being open,
vulnerable,
allowing others to get too close,
to be fully seen.

We are afraid of what they will see,
and if they see,
when they see,
will they still have us,
love us,
accept us fully,
see beyond,
see us for who we truly are?

Each of us with our own monsters,
the hidden ones,
the ones we are afraid of
revealing to the world—
the ones we’ve grown up with.


But there comes a point in life
when the monsters choose to be seen.
They have had enough of darkness,
and it’s time for them to feel the light.

Even monsters have a life to live,
a will to move on,
a desire to evolve.
Once they’ve had enough,
they want to go.

When that moment comes,
it’s time for us to let the monsters go.

Forgive, be grateful, and let them go.
It’s time to let them go!

Temet Nosce - KnowThyself

I will write myself towards liberation,
pull out all the required ink,
and spill myself over,
until not a single drop is left,
but me (@brigitree)