In SAVOR, we discuss the notions of self and other that mislead our understanding of the true nature of reality.

“In our everyday perception, we readily understand a table as a separate, independent object with a flat surface and four legs. But if we look deeply into the table, we see that it is made only of non-table elements – all the phenomena needed for its manifestation: wood, earth, water, fire air, space and time. It cannot come into being if any one of these elements is missing.” Savor Pg. 220.

We are the same. We are made of all else and the whole is made of us. Every time we take a mindful step, the entire world becomes more peaceful.

Here is a beautiful poem by Thich Nhat Hanh about non-duality:

The bell tolls at four in the morning.
I stand by the window,
barefoot on the cool floor.
The garden is still dark.
 I wait for the mountains and rivers to reclaim their shapes.
 There is no light in the deepest hours of the night.
 Yet, I know you are there
 in the depth of the night, the immeasurable world of the mind.
 You, the known, have been there
ever since the knower has been.

The dawn will come soon,
and you will see
that you and the rosy horizon
are within my two eyes.
It is for me that the horizon is rosy
and the sky blue. 
Looking at your image in the clear stream,
you answer the question by your very presence. 
Life is humming the song of the non-dual marvel.
I suddenly find myself smiling
in the presence of this immaculate night.
I know because I am here that you are there,
and your being has returned to show itself
in the wonder of tonight's smile.
In the quiet stream, 
I swim gently. 
The murmur of the water lulls my heart.
A wave serves as a pillow 
I look up and see 
a white cloud against the blue sky, 
the sound of Autumn leaves, 
the fragrance of hay- 
each one a sign of eternity.
A bright star helps me find my way back to myself. 

I know because you are there that I am here.
The stretching arm of cognition
in a lightning flash,
joining together a million eons of distance,
joining together birth and death,
joining together the known and the knower. 
In the depth of the night,
as in the immeasurable realm of consciousness,
the garden of life and I
remain each other's objects.
The flower of being is singing the song of emptiness. 

The night is still immaculate,
but sounds and images from you
have returned and fill the pure night.
I feel their presence.
By the window, with my bare feet on the cool floor,
I know I am here
for you to be.