Of thee I sing. My children, I call you to Me, and you come to Me, each fitting within the other, until there is One Totality Who sings in answer to My calling you. You populate My thoughts. You shadow Me until you know that We become One, and One Alone Is. Oneness reigns. You are encapsulated within Me until any perceived distinctions are no longer, and, then, there is Oneness alone, yet Oneness is never alone.
There is no sovereign, for One does not rule nor is One ruled. Oneness loves. Love is a reverberation. It is a high note, in truth, as all notes sung are high. There is no low. There is no differentiation. There is no affectation. There is only Oneness, the innocence of Oneness which makes no comparisons. There is nothing to compare when Oneness is known and you have entered its gateway and passed the gate.
So, Who are You, and Who am I when there is no difference? If I am you, are you not I? When one heart beats, what can distract? And who can be distracted? Where lies the rub when Oneness is All? Whose hand holds Mine when there is no hand but Mine to hold? What interruption can there be in Oneness? What loss? What favor or disfavor? Love is love, and there are no two ways about Oneness.