Not Many
Not Many
There are not many rivers flowing to the sea,
There is just the sea.
There are not many branches growing on the tree,
There is just the tree.
There are not many senses by which I perceive,
There is just perceiving.
There are not many people that we can all be,
There is just being.
There is not a multiplicity of many separate things,
There is just this.
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It is what it is.
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