I have no name
I have no identity.
I am but your reflection,
In life's pseudo reality.
With every praise you shower upon me, you get drenched yourself.
With every grudge you hold against me, you get wounded yourself.
I am in your lost piece, that you will integrate with tomorrow.
I am in your true peace, that you will seek tomorrow.
I am in your essence, that you will feel tomorrow.
I am in your experience, that you will appreciate tomorrow.
I am in your abandoned self, that you will love tomorrow.
I am in your higher self, that you will merge with tomorrow.
I am in your calmness, and yet in your every storm.
I am nothing but you in a different form.
I am life.
Live me.
I am love.
Love me.
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