No where you are not there
No moment you are not present
No time you are not mine
No thought where you’re not sought
No step ever taken where you are forsaken
No single sensation:
No tears, no elation
No sleeping, no waking
No giving, no taking
No reading, no writing
No losing, no finding………
No thing;
Nothing I am or ever shall be.....
.....has not its root and branch in we.
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