Not I, not me,
Not a tooth on a key;
Nothing is separate in this world,
You see.
Not he, not she,
Not inland or sea,
Whether still, or breathe:
You can always believe.
Not here, not there,
Anywhere; everywhere,
Not water, not air-
Nothing so rare.
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Beautiful rhythym, beautiful song of the spirit. The way you turn a line of words into a depth of meaning is exceptional. My ol' Cowboy hat is off to you!