Where am I?
Here or there,
or in between?
Who am I, yin
or yang? White
or black? I am
all things moving
through everywhere
yet never absent.
The puzzle pieces
are falling like manna
and awaken my hunger
to know. Fractals
evolving into fractals
in ever creating
realities. My soul
thus evolves.

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love the poem
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