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Gazing through these eyes
I see nothing but Self
Birdsong and the hum of insects
Resonate within
There is nothing personal in any of this
Not even thoughts
Like a dewdrop on a blade of grass
The entire world reflected
Nothing was ever created
Yet, here we are
Not one word can be spoken
Yet, here it is
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(Spiritual poem)
Hi David. I would be honored if you would allow me to include this poem on my website.
https://www.innerpeaceandself-anew.com/
Thank you!