I Am That

My thoughts move like goldfish,

some orange, some red but all the same

they never tire, and they never stay

To them, all this is, is a game

My mind is the glass bowl,

decorated and adorned to keep these fish

without them all, it is but empty

fancier rocks, pebbles its only wish

Some fish are happy, and some sad,

They move at their own whim, and will

I am the water, in constant agitation,

swayed by their movement, never still

Then there was bright light, illumination

and then I realized something profound

The fishbowl is within an ocean, unmoving

It thought itself small, to ignorance I was bound

and then the bowl melted, slowly and surely

It thought it glass, but it was nothing but ice

and in light, the fish displayed no color, and without

Hue, they were no different from water, to be precise

To realize the fish were water without their color,

and that the bowl holding them was ice, and nothing but

the water in it was no different from the vast ocean,

there never was a fish, a bowl and water, and I Am That.