There is only oneness

What really matters?
Nothing.
One may believe something to have meaning,
But that would be personal,
If one assigns less meaning,
One becomes more free,
More free to reside in ones own being,
And realise that ones own state of being is in fact a state of unity with all that exists.
We are not alone,
We are each other.
You are not seperate,
This will be known when you die,
But why wait till then?
Feeling seperate means to live in fear,
The comfort and safety of oneness is the love we all crave,
I love you.