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What Makes You You

See the world through brand new eyes.
This happens when you realize
That you have lived ‘til now a lie.
The thought that you were only “I”.

You live, my friend, in every thing.
You are the song the bird does sing,
The flower, and the drop of dew…
All share the thing that makes you You.

Forget the body with its aches,
For it’s the greatest of mistakes
To touch the skin and think it’s real,
Because its surface you can feel.

What’s truly real is what does last,
And lives now eternal, not in the past.
The part of you that’s true and whole?
This is what you call the soul.
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Posted: Oct 30

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