The same one who is living inside the bear and rabbit is also alive inside the cricket and mosquito. That one also dwells in you and I — it sees with our eyes, tastes with our tongue, knows what we know, and wants what we want.
It is the source of the intriguing music that brought us here, to this open clearing in the midst of all possible worlds, and it is here where any previous suspicion evaporates, where finally the cacophony between the ears goes silent.
It is here where no distance exists between the floating mirror and the flashing image in it, the poignant sound and the flute that makes it, between yesterday and tomorrow, or the leaping rainbow trout and the eagle which snatches it in mid-air, between the victim and the killer, the earth and the sky, or the sword and the wound, the snake and the mouse, between lover and beloved, between what we fear and what we are: the shadow and the light.
It is here that we can be properly introduced to ourselves for the first time, where we need not feign some self-conscious modesty to stand naked and let our soul step forward in its holy innocence and vulnerability, where we whirl into the improvised dance that describes how the whole universe began as an idea that became a bear, a rabbit, a trout and mosquito, the earth and the sky.
In order to appreciate itself more fully, it became you and I, and we made that lush and lonely music, then we heard it calling us to itself, and so we went there without any guile, until at last, without any reason except to experience our own joy, here we are, as we are, one and only.