Dewdrop on a blade of grass - Spiritual poem

Gazing through these eyes

I see nothing but Self

Birdsong and the hum of insects

Resonate within

There is nothing personal in any of this

Not even thoughts

Like a dewdrop on a blade of grass

The entire world reflected

Nothing was ever created

Yet, here we are

Not one word can be spoken

Yet, here it is

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(Spiritual poem)

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