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Where the Breeze Begins

 

 

Inside the emptiness of everything,

This is where you will find me.

In the place where everything

Becomes nothing;

This is my origin.

Where there is no life, no death,

No pain.

This is what I am.

I am everything, and nothing.

I am what is, what was,

What never shall be.

And what is?

Where the breeze begins,

Where the cycle stops,

Where everything is the same,

Yet nothing is the same.

This is where I reside.

Where I am myself.

I am Time, and Motion.

I am!

I am not!

Am I?

 

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