Tat Tvam AsiWhen we sing the same song-the notes intertwine,and voices meld-the words mean more than their definitions,and thou art that.I set flowers on my desk-the vase is cold, but the petals soft,and the smell enchants-the colours spread across their corner,and thou art that.I move through another day-The small smile I wear at odd moments,and the taste of salt in a landlocked breeze-the crunch of tires on a dirt road,and thou art that.These things that touch me,are who I am- and I see them shine back at me through your eyes.And I am that- and thou art that-and we are all.