Who am I?
I ask myself in silence.
Am I the sun that glows above,
Am I the river that flows below..
Am I the dew resting on the green grass,
Am I one of those twinkling stars..
Am I the rain that falls from the sky,
Am I the wilted weak plant of rye,
Am I the rose holding my head high,
Am I the dove that dreams to fly..
Who am I?
I ask myself in silence..
And in silence I am answered thus,
"You are the dew, the river and the sun
The star, the rain, the rye and the dove..
In you rests the soul of every single thing..
In every single thing rests your own soul..
But the soot of ego,
Has blackened your soul.
With the sandpaper,
Of service and love,
Scrape them off,
Then you'll surely see,
You are the dew, the river and the sun,
The star, the rain, the rye and the dove..
In you rests the soul of every single thing..
In every single thing rests your own soul.."
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