We Are All the Same

Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
and the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
longing to find our way back;
back to the one, back to the only one. - Rumi


With friends like that who needs enemies?
It's as though you re-entered the womb,
and were reborn like a babe, ready for Love.
Sure, everyone knows your song now.
Your yearning for others who know you
has been rewarded with these simple words:
"I will always believe in you."
You and I are both the same, both the same,
and we've found our way back;
back to the one, back to the only one.