What is one, is itself
but if you know someone else
you are also partly that person
you are also what was different
until that moment

And you observe that, it penetrates
you and you grow

That's interesting, we repeat it
in stories about people
and the gods they imagine:
the more souls, the merrier and the more
humor thanks to the differences

And the secret is to learn
to see that everyone is everything

That's why, yes for that reason
the bad sons were invited to conclude
their tumultuous lives with a feast
in heaven, while the good sons
were brought to hell

And the supreme god laughed
for their illusions

like yin and yang
we are completely different
but one in the same

light dark bright black white,
the yin and the yang of time;
morning, day then night.