Being Witnessed

Our greatest Desire is to be witnessed.
Our greatest Fear is of being witnessed.

We live in this persistent and beautiful dichotomy.
We, as humans, are the one and only contradiction in the Universe.
We are Oneness, yet we experience Duality.
We are Oneness, yet we are duality.

This is too much for the little human brain to process.
It sounds illogical, nonlinear and drastically unscientific.

Well, I say, Logic is faulty by default. You figure it out.
We exist. We Love, we unravel, we  die and return back to the source. Back to the beginning. Which,a s it turns out is not a beginning at all. It is also the end. And it is also the center. It is everything and it is all happening right NOW. This very moment.
Let your brain sit with that and chew on it.
See if you can figure it out.
You can't.
The problem is time and space. you can't reconcile the underlying ambiguity while taking into consideration time and space. You are looking into  an illusion. And you can't see the truth while you choose to look at the illusion.

There is no logic to what I am saying. I can't "prove" any of it. There is no algorithm, no mathematical equation or some sort of 4D pretty picture to make you understand what I am saying.
It simply has to be experienced.
The Chaos, the rapture, the lack of boundaries.
The feeling of understanding everything and unconditionally loving everything with its glorious flaws.
Getting lost into  the crevices and folds of another human being, who is also a being of Light. Bringing tears into the eyes of those who you care most deeply about, simply because you want them to soar free, just as you see them.
Wanting to hide behind your flaws and to be witnessed as all that you are.
Untangling and experiencing  the little slithering threads of the Universe, only to understand that it is one giant snake.
 And that it has come to eat you.
And that you are the Snake.

The Ultimate and complete surrender. Do you dare loose yourself? Only to attain  that which your soul yearns for. Freedom.Union. Communion. Melting in the fire, sinking in giant gentle wings.

Does any of that make sense?

Those of you who know, who have tasted it, know what I am speaking about.