The World and Me

Is the world really apart from me?
Both the World and I rise together when the mind wakes from slumber
Both disappear together when the mind sleeps
The eyes see me and the other with equal clarity
My enemy and my lover are both uniquely mine
Can there ever be a winner without a loser?
Does the seeker exist without the sought?
The only place that I have exalted separate existence is in thought.