I am…

I am the non-self,

the person, the woman, the being, but

never separate, never alone, always part

of all that is.

I am

the wind that passes across my face;

I am

the aroma of the rose in bloom;

I am

the cloud that brings rain;

I am

the rain;

I am

the sun in the sky and

the earth beneath my feet.

I am

all that is, and

I am

still me.

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