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Once upon a space there appeared a face,
The face did appear in the space of grace,
Looking in the mirror the space did see,
The shape and the form of an apparant me,
How could it be true that you're a reflection,
It could only ever appear in your perception,
As spacious and clear as a cloudless sky,
The space that is looking is the real I,
Every single thing that appears in seeing,
Appears in and to the true and eternal being,
The totality of existence, the real one soul,
A centerless and boundless unified whole.
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