The sole discordance

The sole discordance                                                                                      
 
God is everything I am not.  Apparently.
Everything but little ol’ me,
 
the bubble over the Ocean drop.
Everything not the self made of Self,
 
asserting its appropriateness
by its very existence.  Up against that
 
ubiquitous voice I have no say
for anything in the world
 
I wish not to be the way it is
or to resolve and go away
 
or to not exist at all;  I have no say
because what is not me
 
speaks with the premeditated,
authentic, primeval voice of God.
 
O child of God, you are the sole
discordance in a chorus of Oneness.