Slowly life taught me not to bother with identities, forms or names. Go to the source, I heard, go to the source. Cut at the root. Pull everything out.
I dared to be insignificant. I dared to be unimportant. I dared to be silent. I dared to be loud. I dared to be ugly and beautiful. Go to the source. Cut at the root. Pull everything out.
I am no one. Neither one, nor two, nor nothing. I am. I am not one – if there is one there could easily be two or zero. I am. That is all. I am. Go to the source. Cut at the root. Pull everything out.
Secretely radiant. Secretely full. Secretly not here. Secretely not there. Above and below, before and beyond. Secretely in love, and outside of it. I went to the source, I cut at the root. I pulled everything out.
I dared to be insignificant. I dared to be unimportant. I dared to be silent. I dared to be loud. I dared to be ugly and beautiful. Go to the source. Cut at the root. Pull everything out.
I am no one. Neither one, nor two, nor nothing. I am. I am not one – if there is one there could easily be two or zero. I am. That is all. I am. Go to the source. Cut at the root. Pull everything out.
Secretely radiant. Secretely full. Secretly not here. Secretely not there. Above and below, before and beyond. Secretely in love, and outside of it. I went to the source, I cut at the root. I pulled everything out.
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