I am who we are,
the only I am we all are.
Each of us a prism
arising in the biosphere,
crystallizing in the noosphere.
Oh so aching ready to be
Finally free of fear
that
you are only you
and
I am only me.
July 2008
I am who we are,
the only I am we all are.
Each of us a prism
arising in the biosphere,
crystallizing in the noosphere.
Oh so aching ready to be
Finally free of fear
that
you are only you
and
I am only me.
July 2008
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