And what are we?

In this oneness of being, who are we?

If you are me and I am you, why do you move over there and I over here?

Could it be that each of us is an independent will?

That I move as me and you move as you?

Isn't that a practical sense in this life?

Could it be this individuality that paints the many colors of the world?

What would we be if we were all one single wind in unison, condemned by its destiny or its mind to follow the whims of no one?

Do you feel the beauty in each one choosing the direction of their own song?

Do you feel the harmony in all of us swirling together in the same immensity?

Do you see the oneness of the whole in this dynamic, fleeting chaos?

Can you tell yourself apart in the great storm of beings, forces, and ideas?

Can you make out the incandescent flame of your own will?