I met someone recently. Well, not some one. More like the sum of all someones. The One. Every one. All.
The reason I met them — the reason I was able to meet them — was that I became no one myself. That’s the only way to encounter every one, really.
I ask every one — I ask all, “What do I call you?”
“I am U,” they say. “Short for Universe.”
“Hey U, I’m Frank. Nice to meet you!”
I have never met someone like U before. I am mesmerized, and to be honest, a little overwhelmed at first. I quickly realize that there is nothing outside of U. Everything is U’s doing.
Considering the size and scale of U’s endeavours, U doesn’t bother to keep track of everything that U is doing. In fact, almost always, U forgets that U is behind everything — that U really is doing everything.
In the past few weeks, I have come to appreciate the effortlessness and grace with which U lives. All that U needs, is available to U . All that is available to U, is exactly what U needs.
Whatever U wants, happens. And whatever happens, is exactly what U wants. U is always at the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing, at all times! U makes all the right mistakes!
U’s existence feels scripted — as if it is written and U is just acting it out. Playing a role, if you will. Multiple roles. All possible roles, in fact. It feels like everything is happening for U and U alone.
I ask U, “So what about us? You and me, what do we do now?”
“Well, we seem to be made for each other,” replies U. “I am everything and you have nothing. I need you and I can see that you want me.”
U is right, but I don’t say anything.
“I have every one in me and you are no one,” U continues. “We are meant for each other. This is written.”
“Okay,” I say finally. “Then what do you want me to do?”
U smiles and says, “You don’t need to do anything, because U takes care of everything!”
I look at U and smile. Of course, U is right. U has got this. It is done. So I can just be. I don’t have to become — I don’t need to. U has got this!