Since I am you and you are me, Then everyone is the same, I see. The exact same Source is looking through, The eyes in me and the eyes in...

Following passion, ideas fly, Creation flows effortlessly. But is it I who writes to the Great Sky, Or the Great Sky that writes through...

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