Being One

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When I'm calmly sitting her,
on a sun warm cliff by the sea,
in the middle of a clove meadow.

I can hear the bumblebees,
flying from flower to flower,
when they gathering pollen.

I can hear the waves of the sea,
swirling around the rocks,
down by the nearby beach.

I can hear the seagulls scream,
from somewhere in the distance.

Then it feels like I coming closer to
Being One...

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