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"Yes, this world is a dream, " this clearly enlightened personality said, "but when I wake up from my dream, I am still here. Although I am not the person I thought I was in the dream, I have not lost my identity. I am still here, still a person."
The Swami, that same glowing personality I'd seen in the park, sat in their midst, looking simultaneously ascetic and aristocratic.
I gently pushed through the gathering for a better view, and then I saw Him. He was dressed in pale peach-colored robes, playing a bongo drum, and chanting wah sounded like an ancient hymn.
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