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BOUQUET OF BLOSSOMS
“The time has now arrived, my beloved country of ages past,
that finds me instantly alone in blissful union.
I walk in bright light; why shall I look for the sun?
I breathe only fragrance; why search for the flower?
I hear the sweetest melody;why shall i seek the singer? And if I looked and listened, and searched and sought, would I find them THERE?
How could I, when they are HERE, where I am, in me, AS ME”
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