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The Illusion of “I” and “You”

O You, Whose Being is the source of all existence,

we would be destitute without You.

With You I am above all that exists;

without You, who am I? Nothing!

In this twisted and convoluted world,

You are my beginning and my end. I am nothing.

Believe me when I tell You that I am bewildered —

O my existence, without You I am less than nothing.

This illusion of “I” and “you” was only a dream;

anything other than You is only a mirage. 

What can I say? You transcend all words;

You are beyond letters, sounds and any poem of mine.

It is best if I keep my lips sealed and not utter a word,

for You are all that exists and I, just an illusion.

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