All Beings

our ways can be strange

our approaches be different

but in the end

we are all the same

a grain in the sand of the world

a tear in the ocean

a particle of light

in the sun

if we could only be that small thing for one moment

we would feel that the rest is not much different

this space is just the inside of one tear

how much further one has to search

than within himself

all beings seem to say just that

even if its expressed merely with silence