I was in the sky, or the sky was within me

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Silence in which lie buried infinite shapes of the universe, of rare beauty and grace, in which I stand in the state of statuesque immobility and watch every tree, bird, the sky, the stream and the rivulet— to feel as though the tree stood within me,… the bird flew within me and streams and rivulets were flowing within me. I was in the sky, or the sky was within me— the whole world looked like an encampment, all parts of a single portrait— if the portrait is one, how did the individuals get segregated?

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