I am the ball of the sun I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening I am the spark in the stone, the gleam of gold in the metal The rose and the nightingale drunk with its fragrance. I am the chain of being, the circle of the spheres, The scale of creation, the rise and the fall. I am what is and is not I am the soul in all.
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