Beyond all concepts,
shedding pretense and form,
reality is whole:
without other there is
no
One.
No thing exists.

Consider existance
as a dandelion's
philosophy: inter-related
wholly as its environment,
as growth.

Harmonic life cycles
within a master progression,
you are the dandelion's
reality,
just as I am.

No thing exists,
and thus,
you must grasp my hand
as your own.
Inter-related together,
we may grasp
the dandelion's environment:
reality.


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