I Am the Wind

As a child, I was firmly convinced:
the branches that sway,
the reeds that bend, the windmill that turns,
they all come together to make the wind churn.

As naïve as to believe: the ego is the One —
he the awareness that coordinates how my life is run;
my body with five senses,
my experience, sensations for the active witness,
who interprets my perceptions and feelings in play,
my thoughts and emotions—my holding me in sway.

But now I know:
I Am the wind that sways the branches as it churns,
the reeds that bend, the windmill that turns
the ego like the branch, the windmill, the reed,
only moves as by the Monad decreed.