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What You AreTuesday, September 7, 2010. To know what you are,. You are what’s left with that weather gone. You, the true you, are the sky. The sky goes through the body's senses. Like a bamboo flute, every moment the All that truly is. A stream of wind that takes what form the flute shall give. The memory of the notes is what you call a song. This is what you think you are. But you are not. You are the sky. Not the song. Not the weather time weaves. Not the re-presenting of the moment. The colors may not be your own.
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