Be Still And Know

For me, there is no you.

You are me, seeing myself through a billion eyes.

Your eyes.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, emerging and dying, endlessly creating myself.

Your self.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, meeting myself in the grocery, at a café, on the path.

Your path.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, a capillary, a pore, an essential function.

Your function.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, exploring my own vast soul.

Your soul.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, struggling up out of the soil that still resides in my self.

Your selves.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, loving and warring in bodies I made of me.

Your bodies.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, in fervent prayer to myself for mercy, forgiveness, and hope.

Your prayers.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, revering myself through a billion fractured minds.

Your minds.

For me, there is no you.

You are me, chanting about the oneness of all things, all of me.

You're me.