The First Field
When nothing feels separate anymore
There’s a moment where things stop feeling divided.
Not because they came together.
Not because something changed.
Just… the sense of separation isn’t there anymore.
You can’t point to where something is.
You can’t say what is inside or outside.
Everything just feels… the same.
Not identical.
But not separate either.
And you don’t need to think about it.
Because there’s nothing to compare.
Nothing to measure.
It just… is.
Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 04th: https://alkonda.com/2026/04/01/the-first-field/
— Al Konda