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Feb 2013
"I"
Thought arises
One after one
An image of myself
has just begun
I am this
I am not that
a constant veil
In white and black
And all the while this show will play on
and silently inside i wait to be gone
Absorbed in a bliss beyond time and space
Essence of form is always my face

duality teaches
Written by
Thomas  Parma Heights
(Parma Heights)   
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