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Who would I be then? 

When the bird is hungry, the food appears 
When the tree needs water, it rains 
But this is not said by the bird or the tree or the rain 
The human mind must spilt up that which cannot be divided to create storylines of separate forms 
Yet there is no division possible 
Forms cannot and do not exist 
Only wholeness exists which contains the ability to imagine forms and their storylines 
If I did not translate life in terms of parts, what would I see ? 
I would no longer be a body or a form 
Who would I be then? 



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