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Jan 2015
In so many forms
I have shown me to you,
and you don’t still
recognize me?
Is a sound arising?
Without doubt he does that.
Has he a beginning and an end?
Even the illusion is insubstantial.
The world appears from resistance.
Where no resistance is,
there is liberation.


© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
Barbara-Paraprem
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