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What do you see?— I see the light.What do you see?— I see the shadow.What is there, yet not.What is not, yet there.All is reality.All is illusion.

The leaves of the trees, bathed in sunlight,shine with a fresh radiance.Within their soft appearance is felt a sense oftheir strong life force,that quietly moves our hearts.

Quietly, joyfully whispering togetherSo small I might overlook them And I can’t hear such a tiny sound No matter how hard I try

On a cool, half-transparent morning shrouded in mist, I look down at my feet to findA single flower, freshly opened just a moment ago.