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By Akash Date: 2004 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.16.04.52.30971]] |
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If I could not see, smell, hear, taste or touch you, Would my spirit still not love you? If I am to close my eyes and picture myself as a cell in the body of God, Would I be the one to die or to multiply and flow like a river to make me forever new? If oceans dried up and rivers vanished, Would I not be a new body not stepping into the same river that once was. What am I, where do I come from? What is it about you that make my existence meaningful? Like objects suspend in space for space to manifest, I look at you to find myself. |