I see you, little ball of light
Floating there with all your might,
Thinking you are a separate thing,
I see the way you really sing.

Your there with others, floating too,
Like the May-day morning dew,
Thinking you are one, alone,
But really you are a stone.

You’re a pebble on a beach you see,
One of the leaves in a great old tree,
A spec of sand in the hourglass of time,
A trillion atoms of the divine.

There is no space between you or me,
A sea of light we all must be,
A spot inside the sol,
The nothing and the all.

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