| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I was so struck by this simple statement, realizing that even though we define ourselves through form, we are always, ultimately, formless.So here is a poem, in reflection of that conversation--and the power of those simple words:My soul is not Sikhno, my soul cannotbe confinedto one nameto many namesto any nameMy soul is as wideas a sea with no horizonno shoreMy soul is not Sikhno, my soulspeaks
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