Two and two,
Not four,
But two.
To go and
To come,
But stay
On the same
Ground.
Give and take
Are but
The one and
The same
For counting
And for the living.
Living is nothing,
But seeing and
Tasting the time.
Time is how far
We are using
Ourselves successfully
Here with all.
But we are one
And not two or
Multiple.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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