I am you and you are me
Tiny grayish pebbles
On a desolate shore
Rolled by waves
Towards my body lying in awe
Rounded perfections
Indifferent, uninvolved
I pick one up
Like treasure from the vault
As if it was sacredness
Sent from God
Into my palm
Avid, yet cold.
The weight I feel
But I am its shape
The color I see
But I am its fate.
Substance, no longer,
Limits of all
Abruptly erased.
Human, I am not,
I am a cloud,
A wave,
A tree
Anything that moves
Or stands still,
Existence
I am,
Vibrating completeness,
Fiber of Supreme Being.

I am,
A particle and wholeness.
Now I can feel,
Me,
My lover
And God,
As we tremble
All as One
Here.