When I turn into dust I will flow with the wind, blend with the water, come back as a flower
Everything belongs here, everything is happening
An endless cycle
It’s the creativity of the creator
Am I the observer or am I being observed?
When I look at the trees I know they are looking back
I have moved beyond the ideas of self
Am I the observer or am I being observed?
When I look at the tress, I know they are looking back
Or is it me again, looking back at myself?
Is this Oneness?
Can it ever be defined?
Writer & Director @Priyanka.Parihar16
Videographer @GiovanniSantarelli
Dancer @MichelaCeccherini
Narrator @Tain.na
Editor @luna.dzn
Colourist @SharonBava
Music Composer @Smarques
