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See beyond the rhythms of shapes and
colors. They echo back upon the music of
your thoughts. Follow into the world
where thoughts are born of silence. Take
the hand which reaches so gently from the
reflection of water. It is your own leading
you beyond yourself into the region
where there is no self or other. There lin-
gers among the flowers.

Reflections

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