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All There Is
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Childish, I Know In a day, on the edge of forever, we embrace
Standing beside us a small pond echoes the vastness of the ocean
Mirror like in its calmness we catch ourselves in it
You in your simple white, me in my pure black
You give joy, I bestow despair
Both provide comfort
The view beyond our ocean is neither black nor white, empty nor full
It is just uncreated
We clutch each other tight in timid realisation of what we are.
We are existence but nothing more.
