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Created on: December 25, 2008
You.
Who are you?
Who are you with your fears, your hate, your lies and your contempt.
Your soft hidden heart, your courage, your beauty, your painful longing for love.
My mirror.
Trapped in an illusion of boxes, name, age, location, education, fear,
sophistication, identity, humiliation, race, face and false convictions.
No. Not anymore. Look in the mirror.
I am consciousness. I am the awareness that controls my body.
My body simply a more organic, sophisticated, and advanced computer.
But that is not who I am.
I am essence.
Even to say I am energy would limit me.
I am the stillness, and the noise.
My name is what I am called. It is not who I am.
I have no age, I am timeless now.
My awareness extends outside the now.
I am eternal.
I am love.
I am your mirror.
I am you.
As the heavens around you lit up in flames.
All black-white illusions stands revealed.
It looks like a chess game.
A whole fragrant garden outside.
Undress me with my truth.
Don't get lost in a detail, take in all.
Feel your pulse, and know we can change
Everything.
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