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The Ashes of Love: Sayings on the Essence of Non-Duality

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Rupert Spira
Rupert Spira

Rupert Spira is a British poet born in 1960. His poetry is known for its profound philosophical insights and unique linguistic style. Spira's poetry often delves into the essence of human existence and the mysteries of the universe, earning him appreciation from readers and critics alike. more

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