If I look around me
Everything keeps to its given place
But if I look inside me
Things are always moving about
Interpenetrating one another
Forming and dissolving
A dream world in which
I sometimes feel I'm waking
Where colors and sounds
Reveal themselves as languages
I'm learning to speak and read
While outside here in the sun
I enjoy the illusion of sitting alone
Inside I'm thronged with beings
Who call me by my real name
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